Back in the dark castle, Reinhardt pushed Aurelia behind him and looked at Mammon and the sky above them cautiously. Due to their fight, the ceiling of the castle was blown apart, giving them a clear view of the northern plains.
And right now, what Reinhardt saw above in the sky wasn't the monotonous gray sky but a huge, dreadful skull. That's right, the clouds above had somehow divided, forming a huge skull.
Within the empty cavities of the skull, two fires slowly burned. No, calling them fire would be wrong, as they were actually malice given form. Hatred so old and boundless that merely looking into them caused one's soul to tremble.
An instinctive chill crawled down Reinhardt's spine.
Danger.
For the first time since reaching Level 10 and obtaining the class of Divine Paladin, he felt an unmistakable threat to his own life. As if whatever that thing was, it possessed the power to kill him.
