As the words fell, the Knights of the Secret Order moved to surround them.
Reinhardt watched everything unfold, his expression impassive. The stooped, emaciated figure, whose Knight Power emanated an ominous aura, was none other than Robbie Hiling, the Imperial Judge.
Even though his Knight Power was only at the Two-star Military Rank Level of an Earth Knight, the disdain he displayed showed he couldn't care less about Slaughterer Dane's threat.
He turned his head, his gaze sweeping past the Transcendents who were swarming toward Reinhardt's group.
Robbie cracked a sickly grin, revealing black and yellow decaying teeth. He stared into Reinhardt's eyes from across the distance, as if to say, 'This is just the beginning for us, old friend.'
Reinhardt smiled back.
Even with a great battle imminent and hundreds of Transcendents charging at him, he removed his helmet, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with Robbie's sickly pupils—so unbecoming of an Imperial Knight.
