Ludwig could feel the Heart pushing, whispering that the next target was always available if you looked hard enough.
Ludwig took a deep breath, "Sorry about that, yeah, he's still trying to get me to kill, I'll be able to calm it down soon."
He forced the breath all the way down, not shallow chest breathing that fed panic, but the kind of breath that forced the body to obey. It didn't remove Wrath, but it gave Ludwig a thin strip of space between impulse and action.
Enough to speak like himself again, instead of like a blade.
"So, what's the plan?" Kaiser asked.
"We'll go to the next floor… in this case, the fifth floor apparently…"
Ludwig kept his eyes on the system space in front of him as if staring hard enough could make the tower stop being smug. The tower never stopped being smug. Even now, after a king had fallen and a battlefield had been rewritten, it offered progress like a clerk stamping papers.
"Fifth? Not second."
"Not from what this notification is telling me…"
