[You have chosen to spare the Bearer of the Wrath Core, and now it falls upon you the responsibility of protecting them. By either saving them, or ending them.
The bearer of the Wrath Core has run away. Find them before the Thorn-Wombed Queen does.
Failure to do so will immediately send you back to your first Death Point: {Sorrowful Mist}]
Ludwig's jaw clenched at the message. His eyes darted side to side, scanning the broken trail before him for footprints, blood trails, anything that could suggest a direction. The chains that had held her had been too weak to detect her slipping away, and the scent of blood was now too thick in the air to distinguish hers.
"For crying out loud," Ludwig shouted, voice echoing off the close-set trees. His gaze swept across the underbrush with the desperation of a man who knew the consequences were no longer measured in pain but in undoing everything.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw it.
The cleric.
