Reinhardt's gaze swept across the wilderness. A tall, stick-thin figure was swinging a Blood Red Greatsword, cleaving a Convicted Demon in two with every swing.
The flowing Demon's Blood reversed its course, hanging suspended in the air before silently merging into the Blood Red Greatsword.
The aura of the Power that figure possessed was completely different from any Knight he had encountered in the Steel Knight Order. It was twisted, dark, and saturated with the stench of death.
Vice Commander Erich once said that a Knight's Power was the external manifestation of their Spiritual Power, born from a Knight's experiences, pain, fortitude, and wisdom...
That figure's aura, if one added a bit of the filth and impurity of an Abyssal Demon, was practically that of a Fear Knight. Heaven knows what despair and suffering his Spiritual Power must have endured to condense such a Power.
