Bob was worried that they would fight again, even during such a situation.
Reinhardt did not say much, his expression complex, had already locked onto someone else.
There, standing at the forefront of her knight order, was a woman clad in deep crimson armor that gleamed like freshly spilled blood.
Her cloak flowed behind her like a burning banner.
A greatsword crafted with a unique material and etched with ancient runes rested against her shoulder with casual ease.
She had dark black hair with scarlet highlights, cascading wildly behind her back and framing sharp, confident features.
The woman wore a helm over her face; however, even with that, one could see her deep, piercing crimson eyes filled with battle-hardened fire.
Additionally, her presence was like a fierce lioness out on a hunt, one that made even seasoned knights shudder in fear.
Even standing still, she radiated an overwhelming presence.
