'He'd hidden his power so well?'
Elizabeth, on the other hand, was completely stunned.
Tears still clung to her cheeks, and the glistening drops reflected the pine-straight back of the man before her.
Her heart hammered in her chest as if it would burst free.
The suffocating despair from just a moment ago, the heart-rending anguish, still lingered in her senses.
And in the next instant, thunder had descended, the monsters were slain, and hope had returned in the most violent and direct way imaginable.
It was just like that time at Silent Pass, when a pure white light had descended from the heavens in her moment of deepest despair.
She watched as Murphy calmly sheathed his Longsword, watched the once-savage monsters fall into pools of their own blood, and watched the dazed expressions on the faces of the surviving civilians...
"He... he saved me... he saved them..." Elizabeth murmured, her voice as faint as a whisper in a dream.
