"It possesses various magical effects, perhaps it can help these warriors regain a bit of sanity."
"No problem, go ahead and try."
Murphy dismissed the spiritual sight and looked at the Spirit of Anger slowly dissipating before him. He turned to Nifytelli and said:
"Give these warriors a chance, let them choose between dispersing souls and continuing to fight; that's a death with dignity, not dying like dust, unnoticed.
The Transia people are constructing the Hall of Valor. Although these warriors are not as immortal as foreigners, their names undoubtedly deserve to be included in the Hall of Valor. All the warriors who died in the Black Disaster will have their names engraved on that monolith.
As long as Transia exists for one more day, the warriors will never be forgotten!"
