The sheer force behind Ludwig's attack was beyond calculated violence. It was raw convergence—the culmination of rage, ingenuity, and power chained to a burning body. The fusion of [Surging Slam] with the self-destructive propulsion of [Explosive Mines] ignited with apocalyptic consequence. Even as it tore at Ludwig's undead flesh, ripping muscle from bone and leaving wide scorched gouges along his thighs, back, and arms, it didn't matter. He was the weapon now. Blade and flame and fury spiraling into a single descending storm.
A flaming whirlwind of Oathcarver and combustion, spinning fast enough to blur into a streak of red-gold ruin across the night sky.
And below him, the Flayed Herald didn't have time to scream.
