470. The Man Who Tore Flesh Was Beyond Redemption, but He Really Did Stand Firm on the Big Issues

The news that the entire student faction had been sent into the Astral Realm reached Murphy immediately.

Several calculation orbs were reporting erroneous coordinates. The vampire lord, who had been starting to doze off as night approached, jolted awake. When he saw the details projected by the core orb, he knew his "perfect schedule" was about to be thrown off again.

He had a few small complaints, but they were his precious little players, after all. They still had to be rescued. So Murphy immediately rushed into the office next door and called Triss, who had been pouring herself drink after drink and was now so tipsy she could barely see straight.

The Blood Vulture Grand Duke glanced at the bizarre coordinates and shook her head.

"No saving them.

"These coordinates are deep in the Astral Realm. Even if I opened an Astral Gate right now, they couldn't make it back. No psyker has ever explored those regions, and there are dangerous time eddies there, too. Nobody knows what strange things might be lurking inside.

"But why do these guys always end up in such bizarre situations?

"Those coordinates... Forget accidentally ending up there. Even if you actually wanted to kill yourself in some elaborate way, teleporting to that godforsaken place would be extremely difficult, even for a psyker overlord like me.

"So what exactly happened?"

Faced with Triss's questions, Murphy shook his head.

"I don't know. The calculation orbs don't record events in real time. The ones we use are still too basic. But I bet they'll post their experience on the forum soon. Most likely, they ran into a powerful enemy who tried to kill them to silence them, but overlooked the Transian warriors' 'immortality.'

"Whenever something like this happens, I can't help thinking how incredibly useful they