A little nostalgic, Reinhardt looked at the mountain like body of the knight. Perhaps it was fate's last grace for him? But they did not take away his form and allowed him to be remembered as the mountain that he was.
At this moment, the villagers also arrived back at the village and looked at the now breathless body of the knight.
Those who knew him sighed at his passing ,while those who didn't gave him their respect that he deserved. After all, this man protected them from the wicked priest; no, the demon.
Reinhardt instructed everyone to make a proper grave for him and gather near it. He would perform the last rites and use divine skill to bless this place and the villagers to dispel the lingering evil aura.
After the villagers nodded in understanding and left to carry out his instructions, he placed his attention on the church. A high ranking demon like Grimjaw masquerading as a priest, the Oroboros' curse, the blood ceremony…
