"It's truly wonderful that you're able to fight alongside us, sir." If just moments ago this middle-aged man thought of Malin as a young man rushing toward his own death, now his impression was that of a legendary warrior from a distant land coming to their aid with his blade drawn.
More and more groups began to appear on the streets, and Malin even saw some women setting up makeshift field hospitals for the wounded in small squares along the roadside.
"Strange, isn't it?" The Sage's disciple noticed Malin looking around.
"Yes, it feels... this isn't like a city; it feels more akin to a military camp." Malin remarked, as the city evoked nothing but this specific sentiment in him.
