"Someone from the Ash Guard? Heh heh... how nostalgic. It makes me want to rip out your heart."
Corroded by the power of the Dark Abyss, the surface of Dane's Imperial Knight's Broadsword was covered in crimson filth that resembled blood vessels. A massive Demon's Eye was embedded in the guard of its hilt.
This former champion of the Imperial Arena, the one-time spiritual leader of the Dark Star Battle Group, was now utterly transformed.
Twisted Demon's Horns could be faintly seen on his head. His mouth was filled with sharp fangs, and bone spurs jutted out from his jaw, piercing through the skin.
His gaze passed over Matthias to stare fixedly at Reinhardt, jealousy and fury surging through his veins.
'Why did a worthless insect like him deserve the blessing of the supreme Avernus? He had paid such a high price, even slaughtering a million Mortal Soldiers, all just to please that entity. And yet, he still hadn't earned the right to become a Fear Knight.'
