The previous day…
In the dying light of the setting sun, Jomuran looked like a refuge to the two cultists.
Murphy's heart was filled with relief as he saw the distant city. But at the same time, there was still lingering fear in his eyes.
He turned to his colleague and spoke in a hoarse voice, "You must… scout… the area… first!"
Orion snapped toward him, eyes gleaming with frustration. "We're so far inland, and you're still afraid of the enemy? Have you finally gone senile!"
Enraged, Murphy tightly clutched the hems of Orion's robes. "Fucking do it!"
Orion couldn't help but flinch a little. He was utterly exasperated at the man's paranoia. He was about to rebuke the man, tell him he'd had enough of it, but right at the moment, Murphy shot him a bloodshot glare.
"Have you forgotten?" He barked. "What I've lost? What I've sacrificed to make sure you were alive! I carried you from that battlefield while I was severely injured! Did you forget all of that?!"
