For an instant, silence fell in his head, the failure ringing louder than the beast's roar. He needed more weight, more force. And he knew precisely where to find it.
Without hesitation, without fear of being seen, Ludwig's hand flickered to his other weapon. Durandal.
He was thankfully hidden from view thanks to the giant's size, and its hair, so not many would be able to see the weapon that could link Davon to Ludwig. After all, it was crafted by the most famous blacksmith of the Empire. If spotted by an unwanted eye, it could spill trouble.
The world seemed to grow heavier the moment Durandal appeared in his grasp. His hand clenched around the grip, and the word flared inside his mind like a commandment.
[Weight of the World!]
