Murphy ultimately didn't take part in the hanging of the war criminal Loren. After all, he'd already provided a fine coffin as a farewell gift. It wasn't as if the governor needed to waste his time going to watch, too.
He wasn't one of those idle people who liked watching hangings and stuffing themselves with someone else's misery to whet their appetite. He was busy dealing with things far more important than Loren's death, which had come three years late.
For example, rewarding the warriors who had performed exceptionally well in the battle.
"Here, take this fragment of the Dark Lord's gloom. When you return to Rapids Fort, offer it at the shrine dedicated to the Daughter of Dawn."
Murphy sat in the Shadowstalker's medical bay and placed a box, sealed by Triss herself, beside Biji, who lay in a medical pod with her eyes wide open.
Poor Golden Peach was basically paralyzed from head to toe. Her unreliable superior—who might have been influenced by Vam—had failed to control her "strength" during her first divine descent and had nearly burned Golden Peach to ash on the spot.
Fortunately, Golden Peach was no ordinary person. She'd actually managed to endure it, and defeated the Black One with a single move.
That had spared her further torment in the world-burning holy light.
Even so, after this battle, she'd be lucky to get out of the medical bay in less than half a month. Of course, considering that holy light could also heal, Biji might be able to walk again in as little as five days.
Compared with her terrible injuries, Liwen, who'd taken a direct blow from the Black One's claw, had only suffered minor wounds. Once the corruption was purified, her draconic bloodline's powerful regenerative ability had let her sit up