The roars of slaughter echoed without end.
The clash of arms.
Crimson stained the ground.
The reddened skyline and the night sky were like a boundless sea of fire. The sacrificed Heroic Spirits and the unjustly dead souls transformed into whispers on the chilling wind, a coldness that pierced to the bone.
Dim, flickering light reflected on Sedon's grim face.
He was the only Death Battle Group Knight not wearing a helmet. His slicked-back hair was, just as Reinhardt remembered it, immaculate.
His slightly raised chin was filled with arrogance.
Beneath the heavy Anti-Magic Steel Armor, his posture was still ramrod straight.
The only difference was that the right arm he had lost at Frostfire Fortress had been replaced with a mechanical steel prosthesis.
Sedon's cold gaze swept past Fei Ning, completely ignoring his former subordinate, before finally landing on Reinhardt's face. His voice was cold and merciless.
"Capture him."
