Ludwig crossed Solania from above.
He landed on the first rooftop hard enough to crack the tiles beneath his boots, then pushed off again before the dust had time to rise. The city blurred under him in broken pieces. Chimneys, slanted roofs, prayer banners, narrow alleys packed with people who had rushed outside and then immediately regretted it. Bells were still ringing from the Sacrosanctum, but the sound had lost all rhythm. It was panic now, dressed in bronze and holy tradition.
