Ludwig turned his head slightly, watching the last of the blood finish pooling at the base of the bone spears. His face remained unreadable.
Though everyone that was impaled and still lived simply whimpered out as thy bled from the spears, a display of great control over magic that would seem simple to any novice of the art, but for a true Dark Mage, the control over these spears and how each and everyone of them impaled a target, that would require years of practice and effort to even mimic.
The piper couldn't help but tremble at the monster in front of him.
