Ludwig's vision returned to the present, and he shook off the lingering unease from the mask's strange abilities. The artifact on his face held many secrets, some useful, but it was not something he could fully trust. It was both a boon and an affliction.
[Congratulations! You have stopped the ritual by killing the preparator! All the souls attached to the Ritualistic Tree have been freed. If their bodies are still alive, they will find their way back]
"Well, at least that's some good news," Ludwig muttered as he watched the souls unchain themselves from the cursed tree. They ascended into the air, a swarm of ethereal lights breaking free and disappearing into the void, their torment finally at an end.
As the last of the souls vanished, another notification popped into his view.
[You have received the information regarding one of the Usurpers of Death, The Glutenous Death.]