"I'm sorry, I've brought you nothing but suffering," Reynard finally confronted his own remorse. He had failed his wife and children...
"The Lord of Hamlet, Lance, is here!"
Reynard heard the faint voice, which snapped him back to reality amidst the chaotic battlefield.
In the past, he would have silently recited elaborate prayers to the Holy Light, beseeching the ethereal deities to save him.
But now, he no longer entertained such thoughts; he believed more in himself.
His wife and children were still inside, his Lord's mission was not yet complete, and he could not stop. He had to keep fighting.
Strength surged inexplicably through his body, alleviating his hunger and exhaustion, even rejuvenating him.
I am the sun! I am brilliance! The sun's power is endless!
"AARGH!" With all his might, Reynard swung his Longsword, and, perhaps reflecting the light, it burst forth with a dazzling brilliance.
