"Imprius, what do you want to do?"

 Frank looked at the courage in front of him, feeling a little worried.

 Facing a being that is far stronger than himself, although Frank will not give up his will to fight, he cannot be optimistic.

 Strong itself means power.

“I? I’m just doing what courage should do, such as telling you that while you have the courage to accept everything, you should also have the courage to change everything.”

Inprius took the bottle of wine on the table and shook it in front of his eyes.

 Full of curiosity.

“Now, I just want to experience the human way of life. Challenging the unknown is also courage.”

Frank felt a little uncomfortable because the Prius was talking nonsense.

“Then you should find a job instead of just wandering around with nothing to do.”

Frank said this.

 This is also his plan.

 He needs to live, and life always regards maintaining life itself as the first priority.

 At least normal people want to eat when they are hungry.

“I see, aren’t there a lot of human beings wandering around? Just like those guys outside.”

Prius pointed to the outside of the gate. On the other side of the road, there were a few guys who were blatantly doing nothing.

Frank glanced in the direction Imperial was pointing and felt his forehead tremble.

That's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

 Though these guys didn’t gain much from their observation of Bulcasso except that they knew that Bulcasso was so strong that they couldn’t understand it.

But they still stayed there as before. Anyway, Bulcasso didn't care about the gaze of ordinary people. This may be some kind of tacit understanding.

 “Those guys are working.”

Frank couldn't help but stretch his hand toward the gun several times, but he still didn't pull the familiar trigger.

“It’s impossible for me to give up my courageous work and do a normal job. Speaking of which, I don’t know how many years have passed and I never seem to relax.”

 “Imprius, a new discovery.”

 Aurel appeared on the seat in an instant, holding her chin with both hands and speaking lightly.

 “You see, work is everywhere.”

Prius smiled and talked to Frank before turning his attention to Auriel.

 “What’s wrong? What happened on the other side of death?”

 “Death is crazy.”

Aurel said this, with the light of wisdom shining in her eyes.

  She thought that Imprius would understand her point, that the "madness" about death was not as simple as it had been seen before.

 The fact that death finally made Oriel call her "Asheela" gave Oriel a little headache.

 Hope is everywhere. Hearing those words, this is the most troublesome thing.

 Ashira is the name of Leoric's wife.

This name has become the self-proclaimed name of death, so Bulcasso's desire to recall Leoric cannot be regarded as not having happened.

 The death of two worlds has more weight than the eternity of one world.

 After all, the number of “eternal ones” is far less than that of mortal people.

 Death still controls the living after the world merges, and eternity only needs to be responsible for the "eternals" of its own world.

 The power of the world is not easily digested.

 The Prius was silent for a moment, then raised the bottle.

 “A toast to death?”

This sentence was a bit frivolous, but those eyes shining with fire showed Imprius's attitude.

 Pure courage is as stubborn as ever, even a little rough.

 The way he does things is the same.

 The news of his death will not change his plans and attitude, but his stance will eventually change.

 On one side is a god who has devoured a world's gods, and on the other side is a mess of acquaintances fighting each other.

 At this time, it is not the time to consider facing an enhanced version of the complete world, the top priority is to spawn their strongest.

 Burkeso's becoming stronger became the only option.

 “For life.”

 Aurel smiled and took the wine from Imperius' hand.

 Holding the bottle high, he poured it into his mouth.

 Looked at Frank in passing.

 Death handed over the two undead souls to him, but did not give the two undead souls life.

 It is unusual for Death, who has the power over life, to make this choice.

Especially the ring that Frank wore on his hand, which is not the same as the inferior ones that can be seen everywhere nowadays.

Because Prius surrounded the small square table with flames, and the powerful force enveloped the space, nothing could escape Auriel's perception.

 Just like no life can escape the pursuit of death.

Since it exists, there is hope, just like no one among the archangels can fight Diavolo head-on except for their courage.

 As long as life exists, there will be fear. The reason is the same.

Frank was pushed aside by the sudden two people and was a little confused.

He didn't know what he was here to do. He just said a few words to Imprius and was squeezed out.

Why?

 “Heroes are hope, what do you think I will do?”

Aurel said with a smile.

 Death has given her enough reminders.

 The hope of this world is pinned on one hero after another, and Auriel has a general idea.

For example, become a supporter behind those heroes, and then get this hope in return.

 Or perhaps replace those heroes and become the only direction of hope.

 Religion is really very convenient, and there are not only smart people in the world, nor just idiots.

 Besides, neither of these two types are easily deceived.

 Only the ignorant are most easily deceived.

 Smart people will see through the scam, fools will stick to their own opinions.

 Only ignorance is easy to guide, and ignorant people are always full of happiness.

“If necessary, I will give them the courage to resist.

 Aurel, in addition to hope, you are also compassionate!”

Because the Prius is a bit serious.

 After losing their status as archangels, they still had some influence on them.

For example, he is as fickle as a human being and has more emotions and passions.

This is a good thing for pure courage, but not so much for vast hope.

Thinking of this, Prius began to look forward to Malthael's arrival.

 Wisdom will not be eliminated, Bulcaisel has always respected knowledge and wisdom.

 But would not the person of the Archangel of Wisdom and the authority of death be left to him, to become a human wisdom?

Think of Kane because of the Prius.

 Aurel began to look at herself with concentration.

The subtle changes are difficult for even oneself to notice, and sometimes by the time they notice it, they have already fallen into the abyss.

“Maybe I should write a diary and think about it every day?”

Aurel raised her eyes and said to Imperius.

  She gently placed her hand on her lower abdomen, feeling that there was a ball of hope slowly gestating there.
To be continued...