Ludwig's body collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut, his broken bones audibly snapping back into place with sickening cracks as the Bastos Wine's regenerative properties worked their magic. Though he didn't need to breathe, his chest heaved in ragged, instinctive gasps as adrenaline and dark energy coursed through his undead form. After a moment of stunned silence, laughter bubbled up from his chest - deep, guttural chuckles that grew into full-bodied guffaws echoing through the ruined dungeon.
"I really thought I was a goner there," Ludwig finally managed between wheezing laughs, wiping blackened slime and blood from his face with the tattered remains of his sleeve.
Next to him, Thomas's spectral form flickered violently between transparency and visibility. "I need a change of pants..." the spirit muttered, his normally composed voice shaking slightly.
