What are you saying, young mast-"
Ludwig cut the call before the voice could finish. The communication crystal went silent in his hand, the half-formed concern dying inside the faint glow. For a moment, only the wind remained, dragging itself through the ruined city while the sky groaned overhead, tearing apart like rotten cloth.
He didn't have time to explain. Every second spent talking was another second the world spent breaking.
"Ludwig, what are you planning?" Gale asked. His voice was strained, and half his undead armor hung from him in twisted plates. The missing arm made his stance uneven despite his attempt to remain composed.
"I'm going to use rewind…"
The words fell heavily between them. Kaiser shifted where the undead supporting him held him upright, his ruined side leaking dark energy rather than blood.
"You'll do the whole tower, again?"
