The moment Ludwig stepped beyond the outer gates surrounding the Tower of Trials, the ground beneath Politia trembled.
It was subtle at first, just enough vibration beneath his boots to suggest either fatigue or the lingering effects of too many rewinds chewing through his nerves. After everything he had just done, Ludwig almost ignored it entirely. But then the city shook again, harder this time, and the sound that followed rolled through the streets like ancient stone groaning after centuries of restraint.
Ludwig stopped and turned.
