The sword pierced from the bottom of her abdomen to the upper part of her chest. It anchored there, a steel stake nailed through a storm.
"Hmm, seems like I can still use some of its Aura…even without the Heart." The words came like a deduction instead of a surprise. Ludwig's current Undead form was a surprise to everyone present. Including the Envious Death.
But she didn't bleed. The wound showed like a crease through fabric that refused to stain. The body shuddered around it, not from pain, but from confusion. Things that should have been simple were misbehaving.
"How are you still alive!" she howled as she swung her fist backward, ignoring the degree at which her shoulders should move, her whole arm snapped back and swung. Joints complained with small pops that would have been screams in any other anatomy. The fist cut air with a high, wire-bright whine.
