"Well," said a small voice near Ludwig's shoulder. The Knight King's flickering form hovered there, eyes narrowed. "At least now you know how she cut off both your arms."
Ludwig gritted his teeth. "As much as it is impressive that you're this strong," he said, pushing himself back to his feet, "we still need to leave."
But the vampire didn't move.
She was focused now, gaze locked on something beyond the Queen. She wasn't ignoring him out of contempt. She was looking for something.
"Ludwig," Thomas's voice came from the spectral space near his ear, "I think I know what's going on."
Ludwig reached down, grabbing Oathcarver from the broken stones, his eyes still fixed on the Queen. "Would be a great time to explain."
"You remember that time I saw the Wrath Core in the chest of the werewolf you killed at Bastos Manor?"
"Yes. How is that relevant?"
"I can see it in her. It's no longer a core. It's part of her."
Ludwig tightened his grip. "Tell me something I don't know."
