Thousands of years from now the oceans are gone, the world has shifted, and few humans remain. One psi-gifted young man races an evil cult leader with awesome powers; searching for an ancient arsenal that could really end humanity forever.
Another hot slash of lightning lit the sky and the attacker, drawing back from the
light, saw splashes of muddy water kick forward off the black boots of his victim;
swirling into the falling rain, the drops disappeared. A foot stepped into view, and
then another, as the bulk of the lumbering man passed by. The dark figure of the
assassin rose behind him wraith-like, and with the dull gleam of steel in one hand, it
The old man’s sharp cry was muffled by the wet hand that suddenly clamped over
his lips. A cold pain lanced deep into his spine; twisting and turning, it ripped its
way up and down his back. Then something flashed in front of his face, and in his
last drunken second he saw the assassin’s long blade thrusting towards his right eye
The shadow drug the jerking body quickly behind the wall and lay it out. From
under his dark cloak he silently drew forth a polished longsword from a well-oiled
leather scabbard. With two strong blows he severed the muscle and bone in the
skinny neck—cutting loose his prize.