The curse of Avernus, like a restless specter, whispered ceaselessly in the depths of Reinhardt's soul.
Slaughter.
Rage.
Corruption.
An eternal, mighty power called to him, trying to drag him into absolute madness, to slaughter every living thing in his sight!
But this voice, which could corrupt all creation, was utterly incapable of shaking Reinhardt's unyielding, steel-like will.
Everything he had once endured.
Sacrifice.
Transmigration and rebirth.
A childhood filled with hardship and hunger.
Years as a refugee, woven from death and depravity.
The humiliating deaths of his Knight Tutor and his Battle Group comrades amidst conspiracy and betrayal.
All this cruelty, all this pressure, had never once eroded his courage or his spirit.
Just as he had sworn in his Knight's Oath before the Radiant Holy Image while serving in the Iron Blood Battle Group, he would live as a human, and he would die as a human.
