The Remnant

Rain drenched his clothing as a mob of people circled around him, blocking him in their barrier of tightly formed bodies. The faces of the great host blurred before him; he couldn't make out a single expression. He gazed at his chest and saw blood trickling down and falling into pools of water beneath his feet. At the same time, he held a sword firmly in his grasp. He inched his gaze upward and realized that he had seen this all before....

A soft glow suddenly began to emanate from his body. Starting small, it grew more and more brightly until he was totally consumed with light, power surging through his being. William Ore then let out a terrible war cry that tore into the hillsides as he charged into the multitude.