Ludwig exploded forward again, but this time there was a difference in his movements. The floor beneath his armored boots cracked from the first step.
Until now, every attack had been straightforward in purpose, overwhelming force meant to test how much Wrath Pride could reject before something finally gave.
Heavy blow after heavy blow, pressure stacked upon pressure, all of it thrown at Pride's perfect little world in the hope that something would reveal a weakness. But now Ludwig had information.
A dodge. A hesitation. A reaction Pride probably wished had never happened. To Ludwig, that single movement was worth more than all the shattered gold and broken mirrors littering the hall.
