At the moment when dawn was approaching, His Highness Prince Hu Fu, accompanied by the loyal Guard Commander, arrived at the highest platform of the Sunship. This place was originally the area where the combat radar was set up, but that piece was flung out during the fall impact, and some Sanghai Elites were still nearby looking for that precious item.
So this platform seemed empty, but Murphy stood there.
He had already used the Sunship's armor maintenance cabin to shed the heavy War Marshal's equipment and was now wearing that perfect quality Greeney Lion Leather Armor, standing at the edge of the platform, hand resting on the railing, letting the night wind blow through his long hair.
His eyes looked into the distance, seemingly waiting for messages to return on the wind.
To say it was like a thought-provoking statue illustrating certain concepts about war would not be an exaggeration.
"Why are you standing here?"
His Highness Prince Hu Fu asked softly with respect:
