War was a fire, burning all to ash.
Stein's expression was incredibly grim. The rage from his public humiliation was a tangible thing in his eyes, a look that promised to tear Reinhardt limb from limb, to flay his skin and rip out his bones!
The heaven-shaking war cries crashed down with overwhelming force.
Stein gripped his Knight's Broadsword. He could not accept it—a swarm of mortals, mere ants, daring to launch an attack in his presence!
And the source of all this courage was a single Empire's Chosen Knight... especially when he saw the sheer defiance in Reinhardt's eyes.
Rage sent blood pounding in his chest. Veins bulged on his forehead.
For years, Stein had held a high position, wielding immense power and commanding respect.
Any battle, no matter how devastating, ended the moment he arrived on the field. The Great Lord's Legion marched from one victory to the next under his command, and his enemies scattered in terror before his Mighty Power.
