Michael O'hara. Rebellion

The city was dark, with corpses everywhere around this pit where, just an hour ago, the battle between rebels and guards broke out. The smell of putrefaction reached my nostrils, something I was already accustomed to. I continued walking. Behind me were my faithful warriors. But suddenly, a white cloud surrounded us completely. And when I least expected it, I found myself alone. Without thinking, I took my sword out of its sheath.*

"Rebels..." I growled through gritted teeth.