Just as the shadow of the Giant Scorching Beast was about to engulf the ruins, plunging the survivors' hearts into an icy abyss of despair.
BOOM!
An even deeper boom erupted from the center of the pile of collapsed stone ruins!
It was the roar of energy, condensed to its absolute limit, being released in an instant!
Immediately after, a pillar of white light so brilliant one could not look at it directly shot toward the sky like a waterfall in reverse, carrying with it countless fragments of rock and dust!
Within the pillar of light, a figure in dark blue stood proudly.
It was Murphy.
His clothes were torn in many places, stained with dirt and scorch marks. A small cut on his temple was seeping blood, which trickled down the side of his face.
But the hand holding his sword was as steady as a rock, and his back was ramrod straight. Reflected in the white light, his eyes, deep as pools, were as cold as arctic ice.
