The Forgotten Saint

"Huh?" Renee froze for a moment, then gave an excited little laugh and stood up. "Of course! Ask me anything. I'll do my best to answer!"

"Tell me what you know about the Saints," Xia Lun said.

Renee propped up her chin and thought for a moment. Then she cleared her throat and began speaking in a solemn tone.

"Legend has it that long ago, humans didn't rule this world. The Flint Dragons did. They lived above the clouds, without desires, thoughts, or wisdom. They wanted nothing, and they neither aged nor died. They were like stones."

"But the Flint Dragons weren't stones. When humanity rose from the earth, they felt threatened and began slaughtering humans. It was a dark age. Cities and fields burned, the earth was overturned, and suffering was everywhere..."

Is this the opening cinematic of a game? Xia Lun thought.

"Humanity was driven to the brink. At its darkest hour, three Saints stepped forward. With their wisdom and Authority, they led the people against the merciless Flint Dragons."

Renee's voice rose. Orange firelight shimmered in her bright blue eyes.

"The Saint of the Dead Tomb, Tombdeep, summoned the spirits of fallen heroes and brought death to the Flint Dragons. The Saint of Wisdom, First Bloom of the Craftsman, lit the furnaces, forged plate armor and longswords for the knights, and raised an army. And the Saint of Chaos, Nameless, brought the ocean onto the land, leaving the Flint Dragons' flames nothing to burn."

At that point, Renee took her spoon, scooped up more creamy mushroom soup from the iron pot, and drank it with obvious pleasure.

"But after they joined forces to destroy the Flint Dragons, conflict broke out among the Three Saints. In the end, they all perished. They were noble souls, though, so each