Chapter 412 - Metting

"We're fighting all that?" Thomas said, his voice carrying a thin tremor as he floated closer, the faint glow of his spectral form flaring like a dying lantern. His eyes roamed over the endless dark shapes flooding across the narrow bridge. From this distance they resembled silhouettes stitched from shadow and ash, their steps striking the stone in a relentless rhythm that drummed into Ludwig's skull. The sound was like countless nails tapping at once, a tide of movement that seemed to make the ancient fortress itself shudder.