It would be a shame if Berserker were to die, but if he did not—only a deeper level of hell awaited him.

His feet turned immaterial, his body covered by innumerable golems, his entire being save for his heart and brain pierced by stakes—and still Berserker moved to bring down the oppressor right before him. His actions could no longer be contained by words such as 'hatred' or 'conviction'.

Yes, this was his faith. This was what Lancer sacrificed half of his golems to ascertain: whether he was a foolish barbarian who sought only to rebel against authority—or a man who, in spite of his madness, had carved an uncrossable line, an unbreakable resolve onto his own heart.

- Vol 1 Chapter 4