Oramac didn’t know where he was.  He saw only a great white expanse in all directions, like snow, but smoother and more solid.  He wasn’t dead.  Of that he was sure, but what was this place?  How did he get here? 

 ’Am I going insane?’ he mumbled to himself.

 “Not yet, you ain’t”, came a familiar voice from behind him.  “But you might wish you were.”

 Spinning on the spot, Oramac’s jaw dropped as he laid eyes on Johann. 

 “But.......you’re dead!  I saw that...that man...kill you!”, said Oramac in surprise. 

 As he watched, Johann began to walk, and it was only then that Oramac noticed his appearance wasn’t as he was used to it.  Johann looked frail and transparent, as if the lightest breeze would just blow him away.  His clothes were the brightest white Oramac had ever seen, and his normally gray hair was as white as his clothes. 

 “Indeed”, Johann agreed.  “Baslamh did kill me.  And he will most likely try to kill you, now that he’s seen you up close.”

 “Don’t worry,” Johann continued, seeing Oramac’s eyes widen at his statement.  “He won’t be so brash as to come after you himself.  He’s far too arrogant for that, though it’s what he should do.  You see, he doesn’t know who you are.  Or more accurately, who you will become.”

 Oramac kept watching Johann, listening to him talking about things he didn’t understand.  Why would this Baslamh come after him?  And who would he become, if not Oramac? 

 “You have questions, to be sure, so just listen, for time is short”, Johann said. 

 “I told you I was a member of the King’s Guard, yes?  Of course I did.  It’s what I told everyone.  But that was only a small part of my duties.  I was the Executor of the Light, the Hunter of the Damned. It was not my job to play bodyguard to the King, but to go out into the world and actively hunt those who would threaten the very existence of our people.  Not only did I guard the King, I guarded every living soul in this Realm.  Even the King never knew all I did for the Realm.

 Though you don’t know it, your heroic act to avenge my murder has changed you.  In that act, you unwittingly volunteered to take over the position in my stead, and I must say, I am proud that it was you!  In all our talks I always knew you had a seed of Greatness within you, just waiting to be set free.  When you’re ready, head west into the mountains, and just follow your feet.

 But, alas, my time is up, and I must move on to the Realm of Souls.  Speak to my daughter, Illenia, and she will care for you, if she isn’t already.”

 And with those words, Johann faded out of existence entirely, leaving Oramac stunned and confused.  But even as he pondered Johann’s words, if it even was Johann, he felt himself being pulled in all directions, and again he passed out.