Many notifications kept bothering Ludwig, flashing insistently at the edge of his vision, stacking and overlapping in a way that would normally demand his full attention. They pulsed faintly, one after another, rewards, warnings, confirmations, all clamoring to be acknowledged.
Any other time, any other battlefield, he would have sifted through them immediately, dissected each line for advantage or threat. But right now, they were nothing more than noise. He let them linger, half transparent and ignored, because there were far more pressing things unfolding in front of him.
Things that could not be postponed or silenced with a thought. The aftermath of Envy still hung heavy in the air, and the people standing before him were very much alive, very much watching, and very much trying to decide what he was.
"So what excuse are you going to tell us now?" Tull asked.
