Saint cut through the thick branches with the sword Sayid had handed over to him. He was relieved that he was able to convince him to head back to the clan with the others. He had seen the disappointment in his face when he told him that he couldn't afford to take him any farther than they had already come, and it was far too dangerous for Sayid to continue the journey with him. It was getting darker by every passing minute and Saint knew that he had to get on with his journey quickly. For some reason unknown to the others, Saint could sense that Vic was close by and these creatures that he had just battled with had been a decoy to distract them from the actual mission they had embarked on. He continued cutting down more branches as he walked. The sensation around him grew, signalling to him that he was already closer to Vic than he thought. He tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword and intensified the effort he used in cutting down more of the trees, clearing his path. The c

"Stay with me, Saint... please!!" Victoria's voice came out in a soft whisper. Since she was now out of her cell, the effect from the toxins she had been inhaling were starting to wear off. "Drake, we have to do something. We can't loose him like this." The poison in Drake was equally wearing off. The moment he stood up, the others surrounding them could feel the anger and hate emanating from him. "None of you should come close to us, or else, you're going to end up dead!" He spat out. Drake and Victoria quickly rushed Saint out. They managed to navigate their way to the entrance and took one of the cars in sight; luckily for them, the car they found had the key inserted inside of it. ********* As soon as they screeched to a halt in front of the hospital, they wasted no time in alerting them. The hospital doors burst open, and nurses and doctors came rushing out with a stretcher. Drake flung the car door open, jumping out to help as he and Victoria carefully lifted Saint’s limp

Saint’s consciousness stirred, but instead of waking up to the sterile smell of a hospital or the hushed whispers of doctors and nurses, he found himself in a place unlike any he had ever seen. The sky stretched endlessly above him, glowing with hues of gold and silver, but there was no sun in sight. The air hummed with energy, thick and heavy, as though it carried the weight of ancient power. The ground beneath his feet felt strange—not solid stone, nor soft earth, but something in between, something ethereal. He glanced down at his hands. They felt lighter, stronger. The wounds and bruises from his battle were gone. His clothes, once tattered and stained with blood, had been replaced by a flowing silver robe embroidered with strange markings. None of this felt real. “Where am I?” he murmured, his voice sounding slightly different, as if it echoed within the very air around him. “You have arrived in the Demi-God Realm.” Saint spun at the sound of the voice, his instincts

He could literally feel his hands melting into Lysara's as soon as he touched her. He couldn't describe the feeling but her hands felt like magic—it was cold and warm at the same time, the softest hands he had ever touched. "Are your hands always this soft?!" Saint accidentally blurted out. Lysara's cheeks flushed. But instead of answering, she closed her eyes and wrapped her hands around Saint's palm—even when her hands wouldn't go round his palm. "Close your eyes too, Saint." She said, when she could still feel his hot gaze upon her. "Oh...yeah." he replied nervously and hurriedly closed his eyes too, unsure if he was supposed to tighten his grip on her too. He couldn't tell what was about to happen but to be on the safer, he held onto Lysara tightly—his stomach grew warmer at the thought of him holding Lysara's soft hands still. Saint felt himself revolving but Lysara has warmed him not to open his eyes yet no matter what, or he could get stuck in a portal. When the vibration

Fedco tried to explain to Saint as much as he could that the only form he could maintain for the longest was that of a bird as he had been a bird his whole life and flapping his wings constantly gave him strength. Saint also tried to understand him but wished that he wouldn't walk around the place while having a conversation with a talking bird like a weirdo. In between the conversation, Fedco tried maintaining his human form but would only last for about five minutes before he transformed back into his original form. Fedco explained everything about the system to him. It was practically just a repetition of what han had told him, except now that he had spent a day in the realm, there was no going back and he had to advance in rank to face his contemporaries when the time arises. "So you mean that I can't return to Earth until eight months time?!" Saint asked in perplexity, the look on his face was that of disbelief. "Yes master." Fedco replied, shooting him a visage of astonishm