Another pig-like squeal emerged from the Red King.
"You must make haste! You don't have much time!" Kaiser's words echoed from the crystal.
"Time? for what?" Ludwig asked, but he felt that his vision was slowly changing. Becoming more red.
More focused.
Kaiser's urgency hit Ludwig at the exact wrong moment, right as the world started narrowing into that familiar tunnel where only targets existed. The red tint wasn't metaphor. It was Wrath turning perception into a weapon, scraping away nuance until only movement and vulnerability remained.
Wrath wasn't rage. It never was. Wrath is the absence of all emotions until only violence remains.
