War breeds grim terror through death, but through courage, it authors an epic of sacrifice and unyielding struggle.
Innumerable Demons swarmed forward.
They leaped high, all sharp claws and fangs, Chain Hammers and War Axes—a merciless, cruel tide of slaughter crashing down upon Reinhardt.
The rising sun was the color of blood, its dying light clinging desperately to life.
Albert gripped his sword with both hands, his eyes blazing with fury. He faced the heaven-shaking demonic war cries without retreating a single step.
Reinhardt stood tall, head held high, as the bloody maw of an Abyssal Hound filled his vision and a whistling War Axe hurtled toward his head.
The heavy footfalls of the charging Great Demon made the earth tremble in fear.
Time began to flow again.
The Giant Axe in Reinhardt's hands swung viciously, cleaving into the Abyssal Hound's head. The immense momentum split the creature in two, spilling its entrails and splattering blood across the ground.
