Chapter 540 - Ludwig at The Gates

Once Ludwig took the gate in the middle of the half deserted camp, he soon found himself in a new area. The shift came like a held breath let go. The frame behind him sealed with a faint click of old runes, and the world on the far side went thin as a memory. The place itself felt rather warm, at first that was, before the heat seemed to go up, and up… and further up. It crawled along his coat as a hand at first, then pressed like a body, then settled as a weight that would not be argued with. It filled the lungs the way smoke does, slow and stubborn, and left the mouth dry.