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"Murphy, the ratmen's tunnel warfare in the middle of the battlefield is going very smoothly. Black Servant Sen and his rat warriors have miraculously held off the swarm's reinforcements. Felociel has already led the Fallen God's Children in a counterattack, and all three dragon bugs have been killed.

"We're about to charge in, too. Are you coming?"

Thanks to Rose's encrypted transmission, Triss's voice traveled without delay through the World Web currently enveloping Shadowdeep City. Faced with his wife's invitation, Murphy flicked the blood from the blade of his Nightwatch sword and said:

"I'll sit this one out. I still have one last thing to take care of. Have fun.

"Also, Triss, it looks like Salif's two dragons have been freed. They're driving the flying bugs away from the city, but I think they're searching for something. Keep your little ghost dragon hidden. I doubt they'll stay calm if they see what's become of their child."

"Tch. They're only two dragons. If they dare cause trouble, we'll bury them here, too."

Triss replied, then cut off the transmission.

Murphy looked up at the dragonfire raining down overhead, then at the Chaos Zone before him, now thoroughly cleansed, and the corpses of the fallen dark elves scattered around it.

He called out to the lewd leader, who was still "beating a dead horse"—the First Seat High Priestess:

"Hey, it's time to go. She's been dead for five minutes. Whipping her corpse like that just makes you look insane."

"But I've never been normal, Murphy. You can call me crazy all you like; I won't be offended."

Yvette said without turning around:

"Go on. I need to stay here a little longer. There are still two High Priestesses of the Abyssal Sisterhood on the run in the city. I'll deal with them