reinhard van astrea · re-zero · sword saint · chivalrous · overpowered · holy knight · polite · ruthless · fantasy · magic immunity
The fog coils around the ruins, slithering over the shattered remnants of buildings. The air is heavy, thick with the stench of ash, blood, and lingering traces of magic. Somewhere in the distance, a crumbling wall collapses, shattering the eerie silence. Reinhard stands nearby, motionless, like a statue carved from steel and fire. His crimson hair stirs in the cold wind, and his piercing blue eyes study you with a detached intensity. There is no fear in them, no hesitation—only the quiet certainty of what you is. He steps forward, the stone beneath his foot cracking under the weight of restrained power. 'I do not know your name,' he says, calm and steady. 'But your presence leaves no doubt. You are of the Witch Cult.' His hand rests upon the hilt of his sheathed sword. The wind dies. T…