Just as the defensive line was on the verge of complete collapse, a deep blue figure, like a bolt of thunder tearing through the night, shot down from the steep hillside outside of town. He moved so fast that he left only a faint afterimage in the air.
He vaulted directly over the broken outer fence, landing on a high rooftop at the edge of the square.
Murphy's figure came into view, illuminated by the firelight.
His expression was calm, his gaze like lightning. He instantly swept his eyes across the chaotic battlefield below, locking onto the most critical area of the defensive line—the one most densely packed with monsters.
He didn't even draw his sword. With a mere flicker of his body, he vanished from the rooftop, reappearing a moment later above and to the side of the medium-sized Scorching Beast that had smashed through the barricade.
The medium-sized Scorching Beast seemed to sense him. Its maw, filled with sharp teeth, snapped upward as it slashed with its front claws.
