Until a pair of rough, large hands grabbed her wrist.
But Dietlinde's arm still drooped lifelessly.
Reinhardt's face was terrifyingly grim. Unspoken fury burned in his eyes as he knelt on one knee and carefully placed Dietlinde's hand on her chest.
The faint heartbeat he felt through it could stop at any moment.
The sight made Albert's eye twitch uncontrollably!
He was an Angel of the Empire who had executed hundreds, even thousands, of Fallen Knights.
The taint and corruption of Demons were everywhere!
For all the powerful Knights who received Avernus's blessing, the first step to their fall was always hatred and unquenchable rage!
And this hatred would ceaselessly corrode a Knight's noble ideals.
Ten years.
A hundred years.
A thousand years.
Even the most strong-willed Knight, after facing death and betrayal time and time again, would eventually be consumed by the flames of vengeance.
