Gradually, the gazes of those nearby shifted from the battlefield to Murphy, who stood leaning on his sword.
At first, it was just a few soldiers nearby. They stared at Murphy's back, clad in dark blue and stained with soot and splatters of blood. Then they looked at the colossal, cooling corpse of the Giant Earth Rock Worm at his feet. The look in their eyes changed from dazed to shocked, then from shocked to a gratitude that bordered on awe.
"...It was him... He killed that monster..."
A soldier with a broken arm, supported by his comrade, murmured, his voice hoarse.
"He saved us... He saved the tower..." Another young soldier, his face smeared with blood and his eyes red, suddenly slammed a fist against his battered Chest Armor. It made a dull thud. He then bowed his head slightly in Murphy's direction.
