And then Ludwig was gone.
The feeling of being pulled into Necros's domain was never pleasant, no matter how many times it happened. Space didn't bend gently around him, nor did it open like the gates of some divine hall. It collapsed inward, swallowing sound, color, and weight all at once until Ludwig felt less like he was moving and more like everything else had been stripped away from him. His body remained intact, technically, but sensation came in delayed fragments. His feet existed first, then his hands, then the cold weight of the lantern at his side, then the deeply irritating realization that divine transportation still felt like being dragged through a keyhole by the soul.
When the world returned, there was no sky.
There was only silence.
