The Pope's Eyes

Jabu and the others' training with Marin had continued for weeks in more remote locations of Sanctuary, as per her caution, despite being aware that they were watched and followed anyhow. There was a particular day, however, when she instead chose to take them elsewhere, down the streets and into the more populated arena, a place frequently watched by Crow.

Her reasoning was yet a mystery. She was careful not to allow any interval without practice or sparring, at face value to occupy the boys as much as possible, so they wondered what was the point in bringing them to a place surrounded by distractions. "Miss Marin, why take us back to the arena?" Nachi asked her.

"To show off," she simply said.

"Eh?"

"The other Bronze Saints and soldiers are too weak for my taste, so you'll make them feel inadequate. Maybe then they'll put in the effort," Marin explained. The rest of the group shrugged to each other, except Jabu, who couldn't help but grin amusedly with Eagle's manners. They got onto the platform and cut through the trainees and Saints to settle in an available corner. She first pointed to Ichi, then to Ban. "Come on, get to sparring," she ordered and nodded to the empty space ahead of them.

The rest stood back, Marin in the middle of them all with arms crossed. When the sparring begun, it was clear the contrast between those two Bronze Saints and every single warrior around them. Even Clothless, holding back power, they brought shame to their colleagues, and occasional comments rolled about the arena that people that strong shouldn't spar there.

Many eyes fell on them at that moment. With the noise of their mighty swings echoing back from neighboring walls, all were aware of their presence, something Marin did not ignore. To her, for whatever reason, that was the perfect situation to do what she had planned. "The three of you, do not turn to me," she suddenly spoke. Jabu lifted an eyebrow and Nachi deviated the gaze without moving his neck, but they soon took her order with discipline and watched the fight. "I will speak, and you will not turn. You will not respond, you will not react." The severity in her words stiffened their muscles in place. "I am being spied by two agents of the Pope. They're certainly watching us right now, but do not attempt to find them. Ban!"

Ichi and Ban paused their sparring to look as soon as she raised her voice. "Yes?" the latter asked with a submissive tone.

"I told you to concentrate the Cosmos into your shoulder for a punch — only then you let it flow to your knuckles. You do know the difference between a shoulder and a fist, don't you?"

"Yes, Miss Marin," he replied with a minute nod.

She finished with a harsh: "Then work on it!" Thus the two Bronze Saints assumed positions and reignited their training. Impatient, Marin sighed and only continued talking after seconds of silence elapsed. "After we met in Jamir, I visited the mansion in Japan. I learned the Pope has betrayed our Lady and is now targeting them so that they never reach Sanctuary."

"We have to…" Jabu committed the mistake of speaking without thinking, yet he was interrupted by his friend.

"Jabu," Nachi spoke over him, so he noticed he was supposed to remain quiet and keep grievances to himself for the time being.

Marin didn't turn, arms once again crossed in stoic fashion. From the outside, she exhaled no emotion, as if even her body were masked. "It is public knowledge that I was Seiya's master, so I'm not trustworthy in their view. To me, this is hostile territory, and it won't take long until you're on the same boat. The Pope had an eye on you since that stupid tournament you people organized," she elaborated, to which Unicorn shut eyes in shame. "You will want to react to what I'll say next, but you should not. Before you left, you weren't able to receive this information due to a technicality. You see, I was sent back by that girl… she said her name used to be Saori Kido," and the boys were confused by the language, "but in fact, she's not just that. She is Lady Athena herself." The three became even more tense at that; Geki breathed out in shock, troubled. All of those years they had been raised alongside the goddess they were meant to protect, yet they engaged in the sin of eyeing and treating her as they would a lowly human. "She convinced me and another Silver Saint of her identity by showing us her Cosmos and further proof. Her plan is for us to prepare here; when she arrives with Seiya and the others, a civil war will break out without question. We will work from the inside to improve her chances."

The show put on display by Ichi and Ban went on for long enough at that point, and many recruits abandoned their own training to stop and watch, first from afar, later from up close. Such proximity left Eagle concerned, after all, her lips could not be read, yet her speech could be heard.

She hastened the pace, saying: "That's the gist of it. Pass this information to Ichi and Ban discreetly. You will serve as my agents, so I expect you to act as carefully as possible. We won't allow that traitor to head Sanctuary much longer."

From one of the highest rooftops, the shadow of two crouching boots revealed that Crow indeed stalked the group, but in the situation he was, no evidence of wrongdoing could've been witnessed. As a few recruits approached to rain praises and comments over the Bronze Saints and Eagle, it was unclear whether that was a publicity stunt to consolidate Marin as a fine teacher, or as a way to stray Sanctuary's intelligence from her true intentions.

At the Kido Mansion, Shun had to spend nights at the gym while Dio mostly dangled off the ceiling. Seeing that the Andromeda Chain responded to any danger posed towards its Saint, there was no fear that the prisoner would escape provided he had the weapon in hands. In that moment, the boy sat with legs crossed on a bench in the sides, yawning out of boredom, whereas Musca mumbled on and on about the nuisance of his adversity.

To try and catch Shun's attention, he spoke up: "Ah, I can hardly breathe, you know? This is too much…" He pestered the boy in many instances throughout the night, appealing to his humanity, yet it was no use. "Hey! Hey! Hey, Andromeda! Hey!" Andromeda rolled his eyes and then faced the Silver Saint again. "Come on, just loosen the chain a little bit, eh? Just so I can get a good breath in, then you tighten it back up, all good."

"This again," the other said in defeat. "With how tough it was to tie you up, do you expect me to give you another chance to slip away?"

"Yeah, hey, listen! I'm a nice guy too, just like you! I'm honorable — I'm a Saint after all. You can trust me just this once." This did nothing, and Shun decided to look away and lie with the head back on a wall. "Hey! Hey! Come on, don't act like you can't hear me! Hey, come on! Hear me out!"

As Dio went back into his nettlesome tirade, June arrived from the stairs, holding a plastic tray of warm food instead of her usual whip. There was a pressure left in Shun's chest upon seeing her, still thinking of the last time they argued, although June overcame the feeling days ago since she learned to admit such a fatal flaw. When she spoke to her old friend, she was as colorful as usual, while he nonetheless felt awkward. "Morning," she said.

"Hey, June," Shun replied, and Dio's voice intensified in the background in an attempt to bother them.

"I brought lunch." She handed the tray which he then placed onto his lap.

"Thank you."

"How did the night go?" she questioned, but with that man pestering nonstop, it was on the face how things went.

"Listen to me, you! You, blonde girl! Hey, listen to me! You won't ignore me this time!" Musca insisted. "It's the second day you don't bring me food! Hey! I know you can hear me! It's the second time! I think humans can only go five hours without food before they die, I'm pretty much a zombie right now, it's a miracle I'm alive! Hey! I'm gonna die here!"

June tilted her head and sighed as Shun gave a cumbersome smile. "As you can hear, he is quite a pain," he reiterated, "and I will go out on a limb and assume there could not have been a worse Saint to take hostage."

"Wow, at this point I'm sure the Pope sent this guy just to get rid of him," Chameleon said, and her friend chuckled.

"Perhaps. But apart from the complaining, he did not try anything stupid, so no worries there."

"That's good." The girl turned around and went to the stairs. "I'll go back to my patrol."

"See you."

Dio continued to complain as Andromeda rolled his end of the chain around the left arm, stood, and strolled with the food tray in his direction. "Heeey! What about me? I need food too! I haven't eaten in two days, I'm starving! Isn't this against some kind of law or something? Yeah, I'll see you in court!"

Shun grabbed a set of plastic chopsticks from the tray and popped the cover off, releasing that tasty vapor to the prisoner's nostrils. "We have a limited supply of food since Lady Athena left, so excuse us for not feeding you every day. I will share mine with you today," he offered. Musca's eyes watered and his face burned a bright red.

"Oh, f-for sure? Wow, you really… you really are a nice guy, Andromeda!" he said with a muffled tone which soon transitioned into the usual rambling. "You know, very nice, nothing like those amazons right there. They raise amazons to be so cruel, they should be gentler like you; girls should be gentle, not those brutes…"

Shun grinned awkwardly and sought to shut his mouth with a piece of fish, eating a mouthful after as well. That quickly Dio shut up and proceeded to gnaw on the food like a rabid dog. "You were fairly hungry after all!" the boy commented.

"Of course, two days! Give me more."

After giving another bite, he thought it best to slow him down: "There is a lot for the both of us, so don't be desperate." They continued to each eat a bite of their own, and the brief moment of peace was like music to Shun's ears, not having to battle through the constant wailing.

"Uhm, so…" Dio broke the silence, but his tone was no longer as pesky "… what's this whole Athena thing? Are you guys trying to replace the real Athena or something?"

"No, no. She actually is Lady Athena in the flesh," Shun revealed.

"Ah, there's no way you just believe that, right?"

"She is. We are not traitors, but the Pope certainly is."

"You believe all that based on what? She said so?"

Shun offered him a small bite of food, and summarized the truth lazily: "She gave us very good proof of her identity, especially her Cosmos. I will tell you after we are done eating, but besides, were she not Lady Athena, she would probably allow Miss Shaina to have her way with you. Come to think of it, you are a liability."

"Hmm?" Dio bulged his eyes and swallowed the food. "L-liability? What's up with that? You're the one who kept me alive!"

"I know, but that does not change the fact we have a lot to lose by keeping you hostage, unless you have more valuable information."

"Well, I don't plan on telling anything else, so tough luck to you guys!"

Andromeda nodded with a kind expression. "You have given us enough anyway. Now open your mouth." Dio did so and munched on the next offering, humming happily thereafter.

In the top floor, opposite Athena's office and bedroom, an archive of many tall shelves was lit by the weakest light bulbs in the mansion. The two windows that let sunlight in from the front were not enough to keep things visible inside, as the shelves were tall, and some rows were instead composed of metal cabinets disposed side by side.

Seiya and Shaina were each occupied with one part of the place, the first flipping through folders on a shelf, the latter scanning through dividers in a cabinet. That menial work was strange to do when wearing their Cloths, however, an urgent call had come from Athena's location, and Tatsumi left them there to find sensitive documents.

Letting the arms go limp and pouting, Seiya bemoaned how long they had spent on what so far had been a fruitless endeavor: "Sheesh, there's no way we'll find those documents with what Tatsumi told us."

"Keep looking," Shaina ordered from behind the cabinet.

"Alright." Seiya sighed and got back to work.

Eventually Tatsumi came through the door again, a paper in hands with a sizable list written in pen. "I called Miss Kido again and she said we should search shelf five, row three first," he informed.

"Finally, something concrete."

The three went to the shelf and row in question, guided by the rough number tags in Roman numerals, which Seiya did not recognize at all. The third row was low to the floor, forcing them to crouch. As soon as they found a large yellow folder with a large tag in bold Japanese, Tatsumi grabbed it. "It must be this one," he told them as he opened it. The scent that it carried was of something dusty and forgotten, and they wondered for how many years those had been stuffed in that forsaken part of the house.

"What is in the documents she's looking for?" Seiya asked.

Tatsumi took a while to respond as he went through the papers and slimmer folders within, until he found a group of documents that were of interest. "Here. These are registries on every orphan screened and deemed eligible by the Graad Foundation."

"So all of our names are there?"

"That's what I expect."

"Oh! What about Seika's? Maybe my sister's name could be there."

With an eyebrow raised, Tatsumi handed that particular folder to the Saint, as that was his goal from the start. "I can't be certain, but it's not time to look through. You should check later," he said. "There are other documents we're meant to find."

They left the folders organized in the corridor separating the columns of shelves and cabinets, then continued their search for a couple more minutes. A small pile of documents formed in dispersed locations of the archive, and soon, the first missing pieces popped up.

Shaina had stayed with the list, as she was the only one unable to read Japanese and required it to cross-check the logograms. Studying the drawer of a cabinet, she came by a problem. "Tatsumi, this divider you told me to check is empty," she said and called him over. The two men came, and so she demonstrated it. "This one seems to be in the list, and there is nothing there."

After a check of his own, Tatsumi confirmed that there was no mix-up. "It's unlikely that a mistake was made, as these tags are written at the time of archival. This used to have the most papers of any other we've checked so far," he explained.

"Then what happened to it?" said Seiya.

"When Miss Kido called, she seemed afraid that someone had broken into the archive. These… contained travel information for children sent to bring Cloths."

"I can't see why someone would steal that."

The man was lost in thought for a moment, staring at the empty divider. One thing he was certain of: "It's classified evidence. If it ever came out to the public, the foundation would be ruined!"

"Alright, so fill me in on these documents," Shaina told him. "What specifically do the travel papers contain?"

"If I remember correctly, mode of transportation, time and day of departure, instructions given to children, our contacts in each destination…"

She interrupted him there. "Let us say, if you had come in contact with Marin before Seiya even left for Sanctuary, would it contain such information?" she inquired.

Tatsumi nodded. "If that happened to be the case, absolutely."

Shaina worriedly turned to Seiya. "Crow is the type to be behind this," she suggested.

"But how did he pass through our patrol? We were sealed tight!" Seiya said.

"I have no idea, but whichever other document we notice missing here might give us a clue. We'd better get back to searching."

For the next hours they continued, and whenever one took a break to eat or go to the bathroom, the other two stayed without ceasing. The piles in the corridor grew larger and larger, and once they were finally done, the sight was a mess. To think they would have to load that into a van later only made them groan at the sight of dusty paper and plastic.

Watching Tatsumi count the checked list as he tapped each folder on the floor, Seiya sighed and lied his head on one of the shelves. "That was a hell of a lot of work. Hope it was all worth it," he said.

"How many groups of documents were missing again, three?"

"Four," Tatsumi corrected Shaina, "including the travel registries, Cloth research, the Colosseum's facility records, and old bank records."

Seiya whined some more: "And we haven't even checked half of this place!"

"Miss Kido asked only for the folders in this list, so there's nothing else to look for. She's getting the most sensitive information out now that the mansion has been badly damaged."

"That is understandable," Shaina said with a nod. "It is likely more has been stolen than we know, but these missing documents suggest the theft took place during the tournament, and not after."

"Eh? Why do you think that?"

"The Pope was looking for a way to stop you before any of the past squads knew what was going on, hence him sending Cygnus. The missing facility records suggest he planned a method to win with the tournament still ongoing."

"Oh, right, but then the Dark Saints came along," Seiya remembered.

"Who?"

"Uhm… thieves who wanted to take over Sanctuary. It's a long story, I'll tell it later." Seiya crouched and grabbed the slim folder Tatsumi had handed him before, thinking of which eligible orphans had actually lived alongside him and Miho. "At least they didn't get this one," he said, putting it back on the pile.

"You can check it now if you want," Tatsumi suggested.

"I…" Seika's youthful face, his one blurring memory of her, called to him in his dreams, but he knew that wasn't the right moment to respond "… I think I'll wait."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, take that one to safety and I'll check it after this is all over. I can't have thoughts of my sister clouding my judgment right now."

In the afternoon, a Graad employee parked a black van in front of the mansion, that being after Tatsumi warned they were ready to load it. He did not come alone, as Hyoga, wearing the Cygnus Cloth with serious damage to a greave, had been discharged from the hospital after that long. Seiya was bringing down a pile which he left aside upon spotting his friend from the front door.

"Hyoga!" he greeted him with a smile as he jogged closer, and the two shook hands firmly. "It's great to see you again."

"It's been a while. I'm glad to wear my Cloth after so long," Hyoga said.

"Ah, so you just came out of the hospital?" As Seiya asked that, Shaina loaded the first pile into the back of the van, stopping beside them to listen.

"It took a while, but they let me out this morning," he explained.

"I expected someone like you to heal faster," said Shaina. "Was the poisoning that serious?"

"When I got there I had no more strength in my limbs," he remembered with a nod, "and I healed quickly after the treatment, but the doctor held me in to make sure."

She pointed back at the house with a thumb before going back in. "You ought to show your face to Andromeda at the gym, or he will start thinking you died," she told him, and despite that being a joke, her severe tone never left.

Seiya chuckled and reinforced: "Yeah, he always asks for news of you."

"Right, I'll go check on him and help you guys load the van up," Hyoga said, going in after the others. When he reached the gym downstairs, he saw an image of a Shun sleeping on a bench, while Dio snored loudly in a chain cocoon off the ceiling. He knew this would be somewhat necessary to safely keep a prisoner, although the scene nonetheless looked bizarre to him. "What even happened here?"

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Shun awoke and looked to the side; he had to sit up in the bench to be able to see who it was, but when he did, he couldn't pull back the smile painted on his face. "Oh, it's you!"

"Hey," Hyoga greeted him with a rare smile, sat by his side and looked at the snoring Silver Saint they had caught. "You must be tired having to babysit this… uhm," his nostrils widened and he stared back at Andromeda with a frown. "You're smelling."

"Huh? Eh!" Shun scratched his long brown hair and giggled nervously. "I sure must be! I had no time to bathe yesterday. I only take a bath when someone can watch him for me. Maybe with you around I will finally get to do it."

"I won't be sticking around just yet," he said. "I'll be helping Shiryu keep Lady Athena safe, so I came to help them load the van up."

The boy sighed and stared off to the side a second, but he hid the moodiness with a forced smirk. "Sure, we have to distribute our numbers well."

Hyoga tapped the Andromeda Cloth's shoulder lightly to cheer him up, but their moment was completely trashed by Dio waking up and opening that maw to speak: "Hey! Hey, it's Cygnus! That's the Cygnus Cloth. I saw you last time, you're Aquarius' apprentice! You've been gone for a while!"

The Bronze Saint offered an annoyed look. "Do you have anything to say to me?" he asked.

"You know how strong a Gold Saint is! Did you feel the girl's Cosmos? Is it really as big as Andromeda says?"

"Yes."

"Really? I doubt it! I mean, I caught a glimpse last time, but I bet a Gold Saint can be that strong too, right?" Dio kept going and going, and the annoyed Hyoga sighed, Shun giving him a light tap on the arm to signal him not to lose patience. Suddenly the man twisted his expression at the two and went silent for instants. "Wait a minute… you two…? No way. Ah! You guys are dating!"

"W-what?" Cygnus stood up from the bench at that impropriety, and Shun raised the brow in surprise. "What do you think you're saying?"

"Ah, I can't believe it, you guys are boyfriends, this is so weird!" he said amid mocking laughter. "Hey, you can't do that! I think Saints are not allowed to date, you know? It's against the laws of Sanctuary!"

"That's not…" Hyoga turned to his friend inquisitively, who nodded to confirm Musca's claim, so he instead turned back and raised an index at the prisoner "… you should learn when to quiet down!"

"Okay, hey, you're strong, I don't want any trouble! Just saying, if anyone finds out in Sanctuary, it'll be a big deal," he continued.

"We are not dating!" Cygnus assured him.

"Okay, okay, whatever you say!"

With some semblance of success, Hyoga threw himself back onto the bench, and Shun offered some more taps on the back. "This is what I have to deal with every day," he commented.

The Bronze Saints finished loading up the van with documents some time after that, then tied them together with strings and ropes that would withstand the trip. When Hyoga was ready and had given farewell, they departed far out of the city and into a road surrounded by dense woods. The driver slowed down to turn up a winding street, and the large wood cabin where Athena stayed came into view from behind a line of foliage.

A black sedan was already parked on the dirt right in front of its foundation, and so they had to stop beside it. Hyoga and Shiryu did the majority of the unloading into a closet, and when they were done, Athena came in to check. She dressed much more casually at that place, with a white sleeveless dress and black flats, which were easier to walk with on the wooden flooring.

"I am relieved that these are here now," she said, and the Saints turned to her. "It is much safer storage."

"What's in them?" Shiryu asked.

"Information that could make the enemy's job easier."

"Then we'd better make sure it stays out of their hands," Hyoga said.

Athena nodded at that. "They are sure to attack soon, so we must ready ourselves."

"But aren't we going straight to Sanctuary now that I'm out of the hospital?"

She shut the eyes and shook her head left and right. "That can no longer be the case. We will not have time until the next advance comes." Hyoga tightened his brow, so Shiryu assumed the explanation.

"Lady Athena has felt an occasional Cosmos in the woods," he said. "I attempted to track the owner's movements, yet I'm no scout."

"Is it just one?" Hyoga questioned.

"Based on the tracks, yes. Follow me."

The two Bronze Saints left the cabin and shut the door behind them. Outside, they watched the black van driving off, yet two employees still stayed at the home to keep an eye on whom they still understood to be Saori Kido. Approaching a tree he often used to gain higher ground, Shiryu jumped up from branch to branch until he saw himself in a reasonably tall spot, trunk bending with the weight. Hyoga took a little longer to find an adjacent tree that was as tall, but soon reached a similar height.

"Get acquainted with the surroundings," Shiryu told him, forcing his voice so he could be heard. The sun was about to come down and the few clouds in the sky reflected a yellowish hue off the corners. Reflections between the distant patches of tree down the hill exposed treads that occasionally dove into shallow lakes, shining the panorama above back into the Saints' eyes.

"The forest is dense, but I see water to the east," Hyoga observed. "It's hard to believe they found us here of all places."

"The strength of this cabin is that it's isolated, and its weakness… well, there's nothing else to look for around here." Dragon waved his hand as he said that. "Lady Athena knew we would be spotted at some point."

"Do you have a plan?"

"If you can call it that. Now that you're here, I say we split up and look for this person some more. If we find anything of interest, we can signal each other with a call or Cosmos."

"It's no good to let them follow us to Sanctuary, so I'm in agreement," Hyoga said.

"Alright. Look for places where this person could be sleeping inside; there are rarely any tracks left on the ground apart from that."

"Understood." With a nod, Hyoga left in one direction, while Shiryu left in the opposite.

Despite what he was told, Cygnus preferred to search from the grounds, and rarely used Cosmos so as to not alarm whoever he hunted. He analyzed the trees, thinking of locations where someone could watch and listen in hiding. Not only that, he also scoured through open areas, grottoes, and small caves.

Not a single corner exhibited relevant tracks; the few moments his attention was stolen were by a minuscule bird on a nearby branch, and some rodent scaling up the bark. The search was turning sour with the evening beginning to fall and sunlight scarce; a full moon came to replace it, yet its reflection wouldn't be enough in such a dense forest.

He was coming close to giving up and returning to the cabin until he noted an atypical shake of two trees in the corner of his vision, each in succession. With that also came the light pressure of a Cosmos being put to use in the same direction. "There," he whispered and exploded with energy to bounce to it.

Whoever that was noted his approach and gave up on stealth, using everything in their arsenal to make an escape, nonetheless, Cygnus was fast enough to keep up, eyeing the blurry shine of a Cloth skip between branches.

It was clear to the runaway that no amount of effort would do the trick in that chase, since they were as ready to escape forever as Hyoga was to hunt them down to the ends of the world. Coming to a stop and safely dropping with his back to the Bronze Saint, the moonlight revealed what seemed like a long-haired man. "You finally caught me, Cygnus," the stranger spoke.

Hyoga stopped many steps away, and, not thinking twice, put both fingers in the mouth and whistled loudly enough to echo in the distance. A second later, what echoed back was a loud thump from afar, and a green line of fire cut through the canopy. Shiryu landed after it, the force being such that his boots pushed a few centimeters on the dirt, leftover plasma still effusing around them.

The Silver Saint flinched and turned to their direction, noticing the problem he had in hands. With long, wavy, dark brown hair and an ashy skin tone, that muscular warrior wore a magnificent Cloth, the polished fair metal immaculate. The thick, round shoulder pads extended to the sides of the forearms, flowing naturally into the layered gauntlets. The breastplate was wide and heavy, having an oval stone embedded in its center of a nebulous and clean surface. Arabesques had been meticulously cut through the largest plates, and shared space with cuts of mythological significance. Motifs of feathers appeared on the side of his boots, through the belt, and more prominently on the mask, which flaunted two small wings protruding from the side of the face and towards the back.

More beautiful was the work made on the large, round shield embedded to his left gauntlet, with patterns in its skirt that flowed into many interlacing snakes about a decrepit face; it jutted out from the surface like a trapped beast eager to break out. Its eyes, large and hypnotic, had been even more carefully forged than the rest. "I knew I should've attacked sooner," the man said to himself.

"How do you know me?" Hyoga asked.

"We're aware of every single one of the traitors, especially you, Hyoga!"

He frowned in response. "You'd better introduce yourself too before we come to blows."

"I am Perseus Argol!" he said as he flexed his shield arm, slid a boot forward, and flipped the hair so that the wind let it flow off his face. "They say you are the Bronze Saints whose power surpasses that of Silver, however, even if I lose here, I will take at least one of you along. That should be enough to aid Sanctuary in its struggle against you!" The two others exchanged stares and simply assumed their own fighting stances from where they were, offering no words. "Hm. Have you no words before our battle?"

"We have learned it's useless to speak when a fight is inevitable," Shiryu said.

Slowly Argol tightened the fingers and began burning Cosmos, which the Bronze Saints also did. "So be it," he said. "Now stand witness to the greatness of an elite Silver Saint!"