The downpour never stopped.
A damp wind swept across the land, whining through the clusters of buildings.
When Reinhardt flew from the ruins, clutching Atlas's corpse, he hovered in the air above the street.
The fleeing civilians, already packed together, now raised their heads as one, gazing up in awe at the Emperor's Angel poised in the sky above them.
To Mortals, an Emperor's Angel was a sight many would never witness in their entire lifetime.
Or rather, it was only when a situation had deteriorated beyond control, when their entire world faced catastrophic ruin, that they had the chance to witness these Angels of Death who fought for the Emperor.
Undoubtedly.
The raw, overwhelming presence of the towering figure poised above the street did more to maintain order than all the efforts of the local Priests and the Defense Army combined.
The fleeing civilians stopped in their tracks, looking at Reinhardt in terror, completely at a loss.
