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Ludwig's body reacted before his mind could fully process the danger. In a split second, he lurched backward, his knees scraping against the rough stone floor as he slid forward, narrowly avoiding the massive pillar that swung down with terrifying force. The air above him whistled as the pillar passed mere centimeters from his face, close enough that he could feel the rush of displaced air against his skin. His heart—or whatever passed for it in his undead body—pounded with a mix of adrenaline and relief. He wasn't exactly an athlete in his past life, nor had he ever trained in acrobatics, but his undead physiology, combined with his inhuman reflexes and boosted dexterity and agility stats, had saved him yet again.