Gladsheimr — Gullinkambi fünfte Weltall (Reinhard Heydrich)

Kei’s route — Chapter XIII

Defeating you here will bring this all to an end.

You are a creature that should not be.

And so, before the Eighth is opened and all is lost…

Reinhard, gazing down at the three of us — all ready to plunge ourselves into lethal battle –, could barely hold back the feeble laugh spilling forth from his lips. According to Beatrice, his power at present has yet to reach its full capacity.

If we ever wish to bring him down… it has to be now.

Karl… Karl, are you listening to this, by any chance?

Ah, how I sincerely wish to adhere to your advice…

The massive lance shifts in his grip, its golden tip singing a gentle hum as “something” emerges from it…

A moment later, a powerful sense of imbalance assaulted me, as if the ground itself had been swept out from under my feet.

…alas, I’m afraid the night will have to take a somewhat different course.
A master should be ever considerate of his servants.

I can’t let him!

Within a space of weightless sensation akin to falling from a considerable height, Beatrice swiftly began to make her way towards Reinhard. Both myself and Sakurai, energized by our ill premonition, followed her example.

Samiel.

Indeed – even without Schleiber under his command, he still possessed two of his most powerful Generals.

And Machina.

The crimson Rubedo, huntress of fire. And the Ebony Knight, the jet black Nigredo. Immortal warriors; the indestructible Einherjar serving him in eternity.

I offer them to you as prey. Devour them.

Jawohl, Mein Herr.

Beatrice!

A gust of crimson fire swept forth from behind Reinhard’s left shoulder, engulfing Beatrice in its seething embrace.

As for myself…

A fist of steel with the power of a battering ram came crashing down on me. His strength… is out of this world!

Sakurai!

The three of us were swept apart in an instant. Although I sprang into motion just in time to barely evade a direct blow from the giant, the very maelstrom that came to life as he swung his monster of an arm sent me flying, as if my body was a mere pebble before his might.

I felt as if gravity itself taken had taken a permanent leave from the pocket dimension now keeping us prisoner, lacking a beginning and an end, a ceiling or firm foundation; a void of fierce vertigo boiling in the fury of his golden flame. As I was being helplessly drifted away in space, I finally came to understand what was happening around me.

No mortal man under the sun, no powers that be, no chains that bind shall constrain Him, for He dwells in the nether; a soul from the grave is He.

His shackles crumble, his chains fall limp onto the ground before His will; He, the Dweller in the Grave, His cries of mingling agony and madness — no man, no power that course the veins of this universe hold the power to sway Him.

The world itself twisted before my eyes as the invocation reverberated in the air. Within this sea of scorching golden energy, rose the armies of the Totenkopf Reich, welling forth with no end, numbering in the millions, each of them joining to form that fortress of the fallen…

And so The Lord asked — what manner of beast are you?

This is the world he craves for — a manifestation of his most cherished dream.

Your lips breathe folly; your question a sage intellect would never hatch. If you know not what I am — very well, I shall answer.

Know my name, for it is Legion.

A Throne built from a sea of corpses, forged for the sake of Reinhard Heydrich’s ambition alone.

The golden chaos erupts, throwing ajar Pandora’s Box, swallowing myself, Sakurai and Beatrice — before us stretch the sacred halls of Valhalla.

Gladsheimr ― Gullinkambi funfte Weltall!