"What?"
The question hung there, heavy with disbelief. Confusion made audible.
"They were all kicked out, every one of them. Do you know what's Necros's goal?" Ludwig asked.
He did not elaborate immediately. He let the silence stretch just long enough for the weight of the statement to settle. Kicked out. Apostles removed. Abandoned by the very god they claimed to serve.
"How would I know what an evil god's goal is?" Tull said.
There was bitterness there, and fear, and the echo of indoctrination that had been repeated too many times to easily discard.
Ludwig's lips twitched, "I wouldn't say that if I were you, you'll eventually meet him after all."
The remark was delivered lightly, but the implication was absolute. Death was not a threat. It was a certainty.
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone eventually dies, they'll all go to his embrace. No one can escape the passage of time… so I'd treat him with more respect, he is the god of death for a reason."
