5. Come Learn Magic With Me, Guilliman

Frank naturally did not think He Shenyan had come to reminisce. He had an archive in his head, with a whole analytical mechanism built for everyone. He had not spent much time with the Mage, but he still had plenty of descriptions, personality analyses, and psychological profiles on him.

To be honest, he was certain He Shenyan had come here to give him some kind of mission.

That made his eyes light up.

He Shenyan saw that look and laughed helplessly. How could he not know Frank's personality? Shaking his head, he said, "You guessed right. That's right, Frank. I do have a mission for you."

Guilliman, goodbye.

Frank threw Guilliman's matter aside without the slightest hesitation. He casually hung the combat dagger back at his waist and asked, "Where? Who am I killing? How many?"

".No, no. This time, I'm not asking you to kill anyone. I'm asking you to save people, Frank."

Frank frowned. "Save people?"

"That's right." The Mage smiled faintly. "But the process definitely won't disappoint you. Well? Interested in joining?"

"Who am I saving?"

"A group of people who should never have died."

The Mage's voice turned drifting and indistinct, like dust scattering through the universe. Yet that voice was also so powerful that it pierced straight through the veil between reality and illusion, carrying Frank's mind to another place.

Golden radiance pierced the dark clouds overhead and shone upon the ruined earth. The ground was wretched, as though it had been bombarded nonstop for months. In the cracks between those deep craters lay flesh, blood, corpses, and bones that had already been ground flat into dust.

They lay together, all of them bereft of life. Yet their spirits still slaughtered one another endlessly in this place. Standing there, Frank took a deep breath of