"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?"
The hunter rounded on Ludwig, his face a mask of fury and horror. Spittle flew from his lips as he shouted, the veins in his neck standing out like cords. "We could have saved them! Helped them!"
Ludwig didn't flinch. He simply turned his head, directing the hunter's attention to where the flames had burned away the concealing vines. Dozens of mummified forms became visible in the flickering light—some still standing, held upright by the roots that had grown through them; others collapsed in poses of eternal agony. Their eye sockets bloomed with the same sickly roses, their mouths frozen open in silent screams.
"Yeah." Ludwig's voice was flat. "Do you truly believe that?"
