Misty could only watch in shock as Ludwig's head rolled in front of his body, the Hero of Tulmud who bravely fought against odds far higher than normal, who battled and defeated the great calamity named Morde'Xander, the Guardian of Solania. A young figure the soldiers whispered about when fires were low and fear was high. A man who carried too much weight with a steady gait. She watched him fall to a simple fakery of his enemy. The clean, obscene trick of a corpse choosing not to stay a corpse.
She couldn't blame him. She wouldn't. She hadn't expected something that was clearly cut in half to simply stand up and pretend it still had a right to stand. The line between wrong and impossible blurred into a single ugly smear in front of her eyes. Her grip on the anchor's haft tightened until the chain creaked.
