Outside the temptations of Earthly pleasures, the Saint grew up a near perfect embodiment of the church. He was compassionate with his faith and inconsiderate of others’ beliefs, making him the ideal candidate to lead their cleansing efforts in an attempt to purify the world. And unlike the Martyr, the Saint accepted the role the church assigned him and became the instrument he was destined to be. He was a demon slayer and a very good one at that. And because of how loosely the church used the word demon, he always had work to do. His journey to the Frozen Abyss would be no different.
The Martyr was with him on the day they were each given their assignments, but she didn’t understand what task he had granted because she didn’t realize that they only ever told him locations. It was his job to do the rest. So she thought it was merely to look after her and make sure she stayed focused, when in fact it had nothing to do with her at all. Though for her to not understand his mission was completely logical, after all he didn’t understand exactly what it entailed either. The specifics of the assignment were a mystery to him as usual, but he figured it probably had something to do with cleansing some sort of lost soul or another, and he was fine with leaving it at that.
And so he set forth with the Martyr into the Frozen Abyss and the town of Kaltbury, where they booked two rooms upon arriving at Jazmin’s Tavern and began their separate missions. Since that moment, the Saint has spent his time in a similar fashion to the Ranger, sitting in isolation of the rest as if merely a spectator in what was about to unfold, scanning the crowd to see who the instigator would be. At this point he was still unsure, but he had a few guesses. After all, this place had a number of lost souls to choose from…
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