Punk met Ganatica at Exit Six of the Mage Tower. Since no living creatures had remained anywhere around the tower for a long time, the towering structure now stood as if it had risen straight from a field of stone, and Ganatica, waiting at the entrance, could only find a random rock to sit on.
For most professionals, two thousand years was undoubtedly an immensely long time. After all, such a span was nearly half the lifespan of a Master Level professional. Ganatica, tempered by two thousand years of time, had changed greatly as well. Although his appearance had been fixed at around eighteen years old, compared to the hot-blooded youth who had once been filled with fury, he now seemed far more silent and far more gloomy.
Yet within his one remaining pupil, the flames of hatred, rage, and madness had never subsided. In fact, those blazing fires had only grown fiercer with the passage of time.
Professionals possessed memories that were far too strong. Neither happiness nor hatred could be forgotten. Even now, the red gemstone containing Pandora's lingering soul remained embedded in Ganatica's right eye socket. Newly grown flesh had wrapped around it, turning it into a new "eyeball." It was clear that two thousand long years had not made Ganatica forget his beloved, much less let go of the hatred in his heart.
Time could not soothe a professional's anger. It could only make the flames of madness burn hotter!
"Two thousand years have passed. It seems you've been through quite a lot. Do you still remember who you are?"
Stepping out of the teleportation gate, Punk watched the youthful avenger for a while before asking the question without a trace of emotion.
He did not care much that his research into crafting magical equipment had