The battlefield fell silent.
The headless corpse of the Great Demon stood in the wind, a suffocating aura sweeping across the land.
A muffled, cruel laugh crossed the dimensions between reality and illusion, filled with mockery, echoing in the depths of every Knight's soul.
It mocked them for overestimating their own strength.
Reinhardt's right arm hung limply at his side, blood dripping from his fingertips. He struggled to lift his head, an exhaustion in his eyes that would not fade.
His gaze went past Albert's arm.
He saw the tall figures of Heinrich and Sedon, their backs to him. The Mighty Power of the Earth Knights was like a bonfire lit in the dead of night, dispelling the darkness.
He saw the severed neck of the Furious Great Demon Hekatos, from which gushed twisted Demon's Blood and blasphemous Mighty Power.
Bone reconstructed.
Muscle and skin enveloped it, layer by layer.
Vicious, steel-like horns extended outward.
