"Seems like your army is almost gone," Thomas remarked softly, his tiny form gliding beside Ludwig's shoulder. His voice was low, as though even in this lifeless cavern and as a ghost that only Ludwig can see, he still feared rousing something unseen. The faint luminescence of the fungi above barely outlined his expression, but Ludwig could imagine the way Thomas's lips pulled into that habitual wry smile.
The spectral companion's words came on the heels of a cascade of red notifications drifting across Ludwig's vision. They floated there like ominous lanterns, each one a record of a death. A death Ludwig felt, distantly, in the back of his mind. The necrotic link severing.
"From the looks of it," Ludwig said after a moment, his voice calm but weighted, "I still have all the ghouls and variants." His eyes narrowed at the list, scanning for patterns, searching for some hidden meaning. "The only ones that died are the skeletons."
