"No. Ludwig." Misty howled as she tried to stop him from stepping deeper into the dark. The old rules woke up in her. The Sacrosanctum's paper laws unfolded themselves behind her eyes and read themselves aloud the way they do when no one is listening. She tasted incense and ash at the back of her tongue.
But the sight of his Undead form made the rest of her words die in her throat. The first syllable found no breath behind it. She saw, and then she didn't speak. She served light, and he was born in the darkest pits. Her hands knew how to bless a wound. They did not know how to bless a man who did not bleed right. Nor had anything left in him to be blessed.
