Murphy was going to hold a celebration tonight amid the ruins of Cadman City.
The reason was to celebrate how the survivors of Cadman City had finally made it through the hardest times. The suffering that had plagued this land was finally over, and a new life was just within reach.
Of course, one important part of the celebration would be commemorating the poor souls who had perished in the disaster that struck the city. Not everyone who had gone missing had been confirmed dead, but to be honest, it would be hard for the vast number of ordinary people swept into the Astral Realm to survive in that mysterious other plane.
Anyway, according to Triss, even a Gold-rank powerhouse thrown into the Astral Realm without any preparation would be lucky to last seven days.
It was a place utterly unlike the material world, with an entirely different environment and set of rules. Even Triss, a master of psychic powers, knew very little about it, but what she had learned so far was already enough to reach a regrettable conclusion.
For instance, Triss had told Murphy in no uncertain terms that in certain parts of the Astral Realm, space and time were mapped in a chaotic fashion. That alone would be enough to kill 99% of life from the material world.
But none of that was something Murphy needed to worry about right now, especially not tonight!
He had to fulfill his duties as a lord. Not only did he have to protect his people's physical safety, he also had to look after their emotional well-being.
Evening was drawing near.
Under the camp guards' direction, the strong survivors began carrying long tables made by the carpenters into the city square in the outer district, which had already been cleared.
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