Standing beside her, with his golden wings still unfurled and his white cloak fluttering amidst the violent winds, his golden eyes burned with the radiance of the sun. The man was none other than one of the heroes of humanity, Reinhardt the Divine Paladin.
For a moment, Leona fell into a daze. It felt like a dream. At this last hour before her life faded away, this was indeed the image that had flashed in her mind: the man she wanted to see before she died.
Reinhardt did not even spare the enemies a glance. His entire focus was on Leona. After dispersing the demons' attacks, he slowly lowered his sword and looked at her deeply.
"You've done enough."
His calm voice carried an unquestionable authority.
"Don't throw your life away."
Leona was in a daze. At this moment, she could not hear his words. Her attention was on his hand holding her wrist.
Then... she slowly looked up.
Golden hair. Those gentle golden eyes. The familiar aura.
There was no mistake. It was really him.
