In that moment, Reinhardt had no idea how significant a role that simple piece of cloth would play in the future.
Years later… Blood soaked the earth. Comrades fell one after another and darkness swallowed the skies.
Just when his body finally collapsed upon the battlefield during the expedition that the world remembered as the Bloody Rain, it was this promise… this simple strip of cloth tied around his arm that became one of the reasons he continued struggling against death.
One of the reasons why he refused to close his eyes. He crawled forward even when his spirits lay shattered, and every part of his body screamed for him to stop, to get out of the godforsaken land.
Later, fate guided him toward his mentor.
Having survived the tragedy, Reinhardt, whose spirits were broken, encountered a wandering retired knight named Tollivar Stout in a remote village.
