The titan's scream dwindled into a grinding growl, and from every fracture in its armor came a glow, molten and dangerous. The cracks lit like veins of lava, fissures spiderwebbing across its chest and limbs, each one brightening until Ludwig's eyes stung from the brilliance.
Ludwig wrenched at the chain to gain even more momentum and just as he landed and was about to think of what to do, The Wrathful Death flared outward. From every opening in its armor, from the seams of its helm and the plates of its chest, a torrent of searing force erupted. It wasn't flame, not in the natural sense; it was heat and rage made manifest, an inferno that expanded in all directions.
Ludwig barely managed to recognize the danger before it struck him.
[You Died!]
