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Thankfully you don't have to contend with the guilt and enveloping trauma of the battlefield for long, as the increasing group of soldiers bearing you in victory makes it through the damaged gates to Eindward. It doesn't much seem like a victory with so many dead and the town still burning here and there, but leave it to the mortals to of course feel like this is a victory. A bit of a strange situation indeed, seeing dead and dying strewn about and people rushing to and fro to help where they can, with the injured or the fires or simply in panic. Yet beside all this, the surviving soldiers gathered around cheering and singing your praises.
<span class="mu-s">"Let's hear it for Sedjet lads!"</span>
<span class="mu-s">"Three cheers!"</span>
Even through the chaos this triumph can't be missed, and to your bewilderment others beside the soldiers come to gather and join in the celebration, even those wounded and dying and all the while a house is burning down next to you all... it's very strange to you, but you can't help getting swept up in the situation. How long, if ever, has it been since these people were on the winning side? Seeing the death and destruction thus far you wouldn't think to call it a victory, but the humans must have been in such a decline that even this malady is a change in their fortunes. A messy ordeal for sure, but for once the northmen and the elves were actually repelled. Had they not been, Eindward itself would have been sacked and razed.
And all of this, well most of it they attribute to you. Surely the people must be feeling confused about you, what to make of this apparent claim that you're a god now? Compared with what they knew of you before, but for now everyone is too hopeful to get caught up in contradictions like that. Zafira is a god now, Sedjet? Alright then, so be it! Her eyes are glowing and stories are already running amok through the crowd and through town of your feats in battle.
<span class="mu-r">"No! No, stop with the bowing! Let me down!"</span>
If you're a god now, then everyone should lower themselves before you, right? You try to protest, though unable to be heard much over the celebrating crowd, and struggle to get down from the shoulders and hands of the men. Sir Tyne sees your distress and is eventually able to force his way through the crowd to help you down, and place himself between you and the adoring crowd as at least a minor buffer. Though your motivation is to stop this apparent worship of you, and you're thankful to see that the mortals aren't totally beyond saving... some of the soldiers become aware of your upset and on your behalf try to stop people from abject submission to you.
