Commander Wrath... No, Grand Marshal Wrath is giving off a whole new vibe compared to before... I mean, sure, her outfit adds to it, but I can feel she seems to be more... stressed out? Even though she had been saying she'd step into Grand Marshal Reinhardt's shoes, when she actually got there, she was not as excited as anticipated.
That being said, her fierce look when she came to see %s remains as intense as it was on the first day she arrived aboard Soroz. So, I guess there's probably no need to worry too much, right?
Of course, regardless of the shifts in Commander Wrath's outward demeanor, I can detect an imposing aura from her gaze, which is distinct from the aura of former Grand Marshal Reinhardt, yet undeniably potent. Although I have no clue of the events leading to Commander Wrath's ascension to Grand Marshal, there's one thing crystal clear to everyone—the new Grand Marshal's power is beyond question.
——Vice

I used to think I'd employ any means necessary to secure the position of Grand Marshal. But once I actually ascended to that role, I discovered that my desire wasn't solely fixated on being the Grand Marshal.
All along, I've had only one true goal—to outshine Reinhardt. This role of Grand Marshal is merely the spoils that come with victory over her. Without achieving a real triumph, these rewards are rendered hollow. And that's why I'll challenge Reinhardt once more when she returns.
Before that happens, since they want me to take this seat, I'll prove it to them—make them understand that I, Wrath, won't be anyone's puppet, but instead, a true and well-deserved Grand Marshal of Illumina!

Throughout Reinhardt's tenure as Grand Marshal, her methods never quite sat well with me. It wasn't until that moment I became the new Grand Marshal that I finally grasped it—why she always chose a path of appeasement despite possessing a level of power most could only dream of.
Even though I've risen to the rank of Grand Marshal, I still can't quite wrap my head around Reinhardt's approach. Nonetheless, a sense of powerlessness tugs at me, much like confronting a storm—as even the mightiest of warriors can't sever the winds. Illumina isn't as simple as I once believed.
However, it's not to say I'm in agreement with Reinhardt's way. Even when facing a storm, choices diverge—one could either stay within the serene eye of the tempest or boldly challenge it headlong.
Reinhardt... Perhaps, as the Grand Marshal, your approach is the right one. Still, I'll make sure to show you the strength of my resolve.

While I was stuck in that mire, memories of competing with Reinhardt for the Grand Marshal title haunted me incessantly. It once was an ambition and an obsession of mine. The irony is, these fixations eventually reduced me to a mere lab rat.
Maybe I'm destined to be a failure, but the soldiers who were willing to follow me onto the battlefield shouldn't end up like me... Before we set out, I held a vow in my heart—I'd bring them back, making them triumphant heroes hailed with cheers and anthems. Yet, the reality was quite the opposite—comrades driven to madness, turning against each other, and finally perishing as monsters at the very hands of the Grand Marshal they once trusted.
If I hadn't led them onto this battlefield that is now called a grave, would they still be striving for their ideals and dreams now? As they always did?
Before actually becoming the Grand Marshal, I always believed my ambition was to lead Illumina to more victories and to prove my might to all. It never crossed my mind that reality could veer in the opposite direction.
Reinhardt... What would you do if it were you?

If I could tap into others' minds like you do, would I be able to bring those fighters back from the mire?
No, don't get me wrong—I'm not blaming you. Since I promised Reinhardt to protect Illumina until she's back, I need to step up my game.
It's just... there's this constant echo in my mind, the inhuman cries of my soldiers. The shattering vibrations of bones and flesh being severed have never felt this clear, coursing along the length of my spear. Sometimes, I've thought about going back to controlling my blade like before, just to make things a bit easier on myself, but... that's not an option.
Every Aurorian deserves the right to live on, and actions that harm our own kind should never be tolerated. It's to remind myself and warn those "big shots" who cross the line that I've transformed the Red Baron into a spear, tightly grasped in my hand at all times...
I know, pouring out my thoughts like this might seem a bit awkward. But believe me when I say this: the moment I step out that door, I'll still be Grand Marshal Wrath, standing firm for Illumina.