Chapter 443 - The Flayed

Ludwig hurried forward, boots crunching against rubble and shards of glass that littered the streets, the smell of smoke and iron filling his nose. At one point he was forced to stop, turning in place with narrowed eyes, uncertain of which direction would bring him closer to his quarry. The capital was drowned in death and carnage. Entire avenues had collapsed under the weight of battles that had raged through them, buildings reduced to skeletal frames, their interiors spilling into the open like the innards of corpses. Fire flickered in doorframes. Smoke trailed upward and curled beneath the monstrous red moon.