The enraged Ludwig began smashing through the walls and buildings, to a point where he threw an entire room flying outside the perimeter of the city with one claw swipe. Architecture turned into ammunition. Rooms became debris. The creature moved through the city like a siege engine with a grudge, and the roar of collapsing structures became its background music.
Rage and wrath bolstered and roared out as it cried to the heavens as if it was a demon scorned. The sound carried up to Ludwig's rooftop, echoing through empty streets, bouncing off shattered stone like the city itself was amplifying it just to be cruel.
Ludwig remained on top of the building, staring, watching, with an apathic look. Unimpressed.
For now that is, the first time he saw that transformation even he was shook, not out of fear, for the dead fear nothing, but for how much power this thing contained in it. He'd been impressed once.
