Disclaimer: Last Remnant's not mine. Like hell I would ever be able to own such a legendary game.

A/N: The first two chapters were proofread and edited by mimic shalle. I thank her for doing this, because I want this story to have as little errors as possible. Some parts there changed, so it's recommended you read the chapters again. But I'm just saying. And sorry for the long wait. School will never stop keeping me busy.


Rush was surprised at the number of Raptors stomping towards the gates.

He expected at least ten or twenty. But there were, if he had to estimate, at least fifty of them.

They're getting closer and closer, and Rush hitched his breath. He is very surprised at their numbers.

"I can't even defeat this much on my own."

The sound of running feet rumbled in Rush's ears, so he turned to his left. He watched all soldiers rush out the gate, unsheathing their swords, axes, shields, or any other weapons that they wield. They stood steadily and patiently.

Then Rush gasped when he saw the Generals walk out with their weapons already drawn. He felt like he hadn't seen them in a long time. Then, he was even more surprised to see the blonde-haired Marquis, the young noble prepared with his Rapier and Buckler.

Rush used stealth magic, yet again, to conceal his presence from their sights so they didn't notice him and they placed their full focus towards the Raptors.

"All arrange in battle formations!" David ordered firmly, and they split into five groups. He, including his four trusted Generals, were the leaders, and the soldiers arranged themselves in different battle formations.

"Do not charge yet. Wait for my signal." the noble called out to them, and they obeyed as their feet pressed against the ground.

"Rush! You can't let them fight all out with only their swords. These beasts are different; they're not normal." Kellendros spoke.

Because Rush is a Remnant and is in the living world, he has a link in the world where Remnants now reside, and this allows him to speak to them through their minds.

"What do you mean? They seem normal."

"The evil that I sensed... I can feel it in them. And it's intense, it's making them more dangerous to fight through swords alone. Focus hard Rush; you might be able to feel it too."

So Rush breathed deep and closed his eyes, ignoring all the noises around him.

And in the blackness of his closed eyes, he felt swathes of purple-black energy, coming from the Raptors marching closer. The feeling made him shudder for a second, because it felt even worse than the Conqueror's power.

It was completely different than anything he encountered before.

"I get it. I'll find a way. But how? If only I have a sword, I can take care of them. But in this form, wielding a sword won't do any good. Wait, maybe I can use mystic arts."

So he held out his hands, summoning an offensive spell and focusing his energy towards his hands.

But even though he concentrated, nothing happened and he frowned with disbelief as he started at his palms. It felt like, his powers were canceled. To make sure, he tried chanting another spell but still, the results remained fruitless.

"What... what's happening? I can't use any mystic arts against them." Despite how it would be of great disadvantage to not be able to use magic, Rush didn't despair. He would never despair.

"Now!" David spoke loudly, and they all rushed forward, with their weapons ready to strike. The marching of the Raptors became faster as they lowered their heads to point their horns at the soldiers.

Rush was filled to the core with shock. He could yell at them to stop, but the sound of their feet, along with those of the Raptors, thundering on the sandy ground, would definitely drown out his voice. He grew more frustrated, but he refused to give up hope.

Now, the dark energy the Raptors were emitting grew stronger and deadlier, and this made Rush think faster in what he could do.

His eyes widened in surprise when he thought of something. There is still his Remnant powers. Why didn't he think of that any sooner, he thought.

So he focused once more, letting his powers surface. When the light gray of his eyes turned into the color of a glowing green, energy of the same green color flowed out his body and he closed his eyes, focusing on the environment. The talisman hanging from his neck glowed as well, and time slowed down.

Rush opened his eyes, and everything was one-millionth as fast as they were a moment ago. But his speed remained normal.

Now, he took the chance to run for the Raptors, and though it looked like a foolish move since he had no weapon with him, it was right on time when the Valeria Heart materialized around his palm, and he enclosed his fingers around the hilt.

"Thanks, Kellendros."

And he was also thankful that the sword grew small and light enough for him to hold and carry without much difficulty.

He quickened up the pace of his feet and he ran past the soldiers. Thanks to the difference of their speed as of the moment they couldn't focus on him, let alone notice him.

Whenever time would be slowed down, a second for Rush is equals to a hundred years for them.

When Rush was close to the Raptors, he raised the sword up and without a second's hesitation, he thrust it deep into the ground and light blue energy surged forth from the sword, blowing the area around him. He put more focus into the Valeria Heart, and time went back to normal. The stealth barrier around him also wore out.

The Raptors stopped marching from the overwhelming atmosphere filled with the destructive force of the Remnant blade.

David, the Generals, and the soldiers were slightly blown back by the powerful wind swirling around them like a cyclone.

Throughout all the scattering sand, the Marquis concentrated his sights to the source. Someone is kneeling on the ground, holding something that was most likely the source of the wind and the glowing energy.

And he also saw the light. He gasped in disbelief, because it looked so much like Luminescence. Yet, it's impossible, all the Remnants are no more.

But right there, when he saw that child's hood fly back from the wind, the blonde was surprised to see what's in front of his eyes.


A/N: Music of inspiration is Nemo by Nightwish. Oh god, I love that band! And by the way, thanks for all the many reviews. Great TLR fanfic writers actually reviewing this with helpful feedback is just like a dream come true! And by the way, the reason why I mentioned 'scattering sand' is because I want to make a sort of reference to mimic shalle's "Scattering Sand". That story was SO COOL, and I reviewed there, albeit I was left anonymous.

And by the way, if I have any errors, point it out please. I did all what I could in this and I'm still not sure if it's error-free.