As the Divine Emperor's Fury slowly ignited in Reinhardt's hand.
The holy Radiant Power dispelled the ever-present malice of the Eternal Battlefield—a malice potent enough to corrupt the hearts of the faithful.
Like a sun, it drowned the darkness.
Sister Superior Eleonor, who was in a standoff with Fedor, paled. Her eyes, fixed on Reinhardt, were filled with immense and utter disbelief!
'A Radiant Holy Artifact—?!'
'How could a corrupted traitor possibly—?!'
'This must be malevolent Spiritual Power clouding my judgment! It must be an illusion!'
She stared intently at Reinhardt, searching for any flaw or weakness on the Emperor's Angel.
But no matter how much she doubted, the Holy Power of the great Divine Emperor could not be faked. To her Knight Perception, it felt utterly real, as if the Divine Emperor himself had descended!
