"I need to ask you something, Fedco." Saint said, sitting behind the grand dining table that was made for a banquet to feast. Saint could feel the emptiness in the dinning while he ate the meal that was presented before him; the crushing of the food in between his teeth echoing off the walls. The meal was unlike any other he had ever tasted. While he raised the spoon to his mouth and spoke in between mouthfuls, he looked forward to his next bite. He was certain that the food he ate could not be prepared by anyone else on earth, he could taste the flavour in each bite, although he could not recognise nor the spices that was used in cooking the fold. "What is it master?" Fedco asked patiently, watching his master haul the food in, "I can order the maid to bring more for you, if you want some more." Fedco suggested, seeing the speed in which he rushed the food. "Oh is there? That would be wonderful....the food is really good!" Saint commented, reaching the his glass of water to wash t

"I need to know everything, Fedco, so tell me, when are they getting married?!" This was the only question Saint kept on repeating after tons of questions had rushed out from his mouth. "You need to answer me?!" Saint didn't know what he was getting worked up over. Maybe it was due to the fact that he couldn't bare to see Han married to a person like Jain. She was too sweet for him. An angel getting married to a monster like him? No, it could never work—he would never let that happen, not while he was still here. "I'm afraid it's in three days time." Fedco replied, he sounded as if he too knew what Han was getting herself into. He had intentionally withheld valid information about Jain until this moment. He had done so because he didn't want his master to go after Jain, knowing how dangerous it could get for him. "In three days?" Saint asked, holding up his fingers as he counted how much time he still had left, "that means that, something can still be done about it."Fedco transfo

"Don't worry gentlemen, I can handle him, I just need to have a word with him." Jain let out when he saw that Saint still kept his attention on the men, and unless he dismissed the men, he wouldn't be able to pass his message across to Saint. "You can take your leave now." Jain said to him, signalling to them to take their leave, but as they were about to leave, the woman who had ushered Han in intercepted them. "Jain, please, let them take him away so the wedding can commence." The woman sounded desperate, it was as if she knew that if they wasted any more time, Han could escape and all her plans for Han to get married to Jain would be ruined. "Oh there's no problem, Letitia, he can stay. He's a wedding guest, but he's new around here so he's not quite familiar with a lot of things." Jain let out and once again signalled to the men to take their leave. They did and he gladly waited for Saint to give him his full attention. Times like this in the realm was rare—very rare for Jain,

Just as Han had predicted, Jain was at the training center and it seemed he had been waiting for him. "Saint, what took you so long, brother?!" Jain called out to him. "Brother?" Saint scoffed. He tried to follow Han's advice and avoid Jain at all cost but Jain was making it very hard for him to. "Saint, you're not good to ignore me, will you?" Jain asked him, getting closer at every word. "No, I'm not ignoring you Jain. I have only come here to train, just like you have."Jain chuckled slightly, "you really think I came here to train?" He asked sarcastically. "Now, tell me, what do you think there is to train?" He asked again, but Saint didn't answer. By this time, almost everyone at the training had their attention drawn to the duo. Some of the members who had made it a full time duty to be at the training center had recognized Saint from the marriage, because they had come straight from the event to the training center. Most of the men could not believe that Saint could look

Saint stood still as he listened to the celestial winds of the Demi-God Realm howling like a chorus of ancient spirits, singing hymns of forgotten glory. He stared across the vast golden plains that shimmered under a sky with no sun, no stars—only a warm, eternal glow. His clothes were torn from earlier trials, with his knuckles bruised. He had passed the initial tests. The first few elders had challenged him with riddles, illusions, and feats of strength, each one of them pushing him further to prove that he belonged. Now, his real journey was just beginning.He was summoned once again, but this time, it was to the temple of Shifting Echoes, a structure that pulsed with divine energy, changing its shape every few minutes. Inside, the walls hummed with whispers from other realms.Waiting for him was the next trainer.A tall, bald man clothed in translucent robes, stood by a reflecting pool that mirrored not the outside world, but Saint’s deepest memories.“Saint of the Mortal Flame,”