「Let's turn back the clock four years.」
During the retreat of Reinhardt and his party.
An unprecedented storm swept across the Empire, blocking the Radiant Channel, disrupting spatial coordinates, and destroying the Radiant Waymark they used for their escape.
Reinhardt had teleported to a point a thousand meters up in the sky.
If not for his Morphic Armor's ability to suspend him in the air, he would have fallen to his death in this world four years ago.
However.
He was too grievously wounded.
Two Blood Burning Needles had drained the last ounce of his strength. He only remembered crashing onto a massive mountain of trash.
When he next awoke, he was in Caster Monastery.
Raphael, then just a monastery apprentice, had found him in a trash heap while giving alms in the Lower City District. At the time, all the Cultivators at the monastery believed the blood-soaked young man had to be an Imperial Knight.
