A/N: For clarity sake, this Extra is Canon in this book. I don't think I'll have enough time to put all the past section I had ready inside the story in a good way, so I'll put them as 'Extra', not to be confused with the 'Omake', which are not Canon.

Alright, 'Extra' are Canon, 'Omake' aren't. Hope this clarify things.

Anyway, unto Reviews.

Ascandas: Yep, well, that was kind of the reason he was kinda left to his own devices, so it's not all rainbow and sunshines.

ALTER-BOT : No, as said, it's an 'Aegir', so to speak.

Arokaday : Thanks for the nice words to this story. I hope I get better than this tho. As for the '/' it's still my writing tool fucking around. Normally the amount of / would be the amount of letter needed to find the word. It HAS a Greek codename, but this one's reveal is more important than that. At some point I probably will reveal my notes on the plot (when the plot points are done) So we'll see what it'll do. (For your information it's a 7 letter word, most specifically, it bears a Greek name, an important one.)

As mentioned before, this is in the past, have to mention it just in case someone gets confused...

Without further ado, let's go !

It was before all of this happened.

Well, before is an understatement.

Most of the people of today weren't born yet, and wouldn't for more than a century.

In the end, the only thing that was there back then and is there today, still unchanging, is the thing that holds them all together.

A little something called 'God'...

Back then, the first Sankta weren't referred to as 'Saint', but simply as pioneers. Those who decided to search for a new path from their original one as Sarkaz.

As for how such a thing happened, no one knows for sure.

The 'Why' and the 'How' were forgotten, after all, isn't it in Human nature to want change ?

Whether it was good or bad, does it really matter ?

Who are we to judge what is 'good' and what is 'bad', when it is, by definition, subjective ?

Beginning and End. That's all it really was.

Becoming a Sankta wasn't just a change of pace.

It was an opportunity for those Sarkaz. As they couldn't possibly get higher as Sarkaz, they simply attempted this new way of life, since it included a simple possibility.

That is, to be 'blessed by God'.

As for those blessings… Well, they were numerous.

Out of all the things they could've gained, many were terrified of how they were handled.

It isn't known, but the reason the Sankta weren't wiped out before they had a chance to prosper a bit, how they even overcame the Sarkaz, is thanks to the First Saints.

They were the first Sankta to be 'blessed', which in turn, gave birth to power beyond all belief.

No one understood why and how it was given to them, if it was art or 'Divine art', or something in between.

Nobody understood, but nobody cared.

Power is Power. There is no 'good' or 'bad' power. Just power itself.

And they demonstrated it in spades.

As they changed the course of History. By succeeding in beating back their former kin, the Sarkaz.

This was the first Sankta and Sarkaz war, the origin of centuries of on and off wars that ravaged the world more than once.

At the head of the first war was a simple Sankta.

He was one of the chosen ones.

No, he was The Chosen One.

For he possessed might like no other.

He destroyed armies by himself, no matter how many they were.

For him, it was simply a game.

He was cut down by an enemy.

'... No, that won't do.'

By carefully positioning himself in a specific way, which took him 3 tries, he managed to use the slash of his enemy as his own strength, killing two others by making them take the hit.

… But he got shot down by a powerful art just afterwards.

'This one is just annoying. He doesn't even move, just keeps on hanging in the back shooting at me.'

After 8 different tries, he managed to shoot his gun at the enemy's art staff.

This managed to explode the staff in the Caster's face, killing him instantly.

"H-how… How are we supposed to do anything ?!"

'No matter what you do, it's fruitless.'

It was true.

Because right now, he was convinced to be the strongest in the world.

… He was kind of right.

It took two months of combat.

But the Sarkaz managed to corner him.

Thanks to Gargoyle's physical strength and earth bending arts, they managed to put him in a very unfavorable position.

Although… Something wasn't right.

He always managed to escape death, while minor wounds managed to be inflicted upon him, any kind of real damage was always expertly dodged, as if he knew the exact position of the attack.

Always by an inch, he never took a single serious hit.

A Lich managed to finally deal some kind of damage, with a powerful art that should have been used on an entire battalion, used simply to finally injure the man.

This, in turn, reinvigorated the Sarkaz, as they finally saw a way for them to kill him.

But for him, it was simply a pain.

A pain in the ass, that is.

'They simply keep coming. It's not like I can't take care of all of them, it's that it'll take too long.'

Yes, for him, it simply will be a bother.

He picked up his two staves.

He had them since he was a Sarkaz, and they inherited a portion of the blessing he had received, simply because, even he acknowledged that this power was too much to bear.

In a single motion, a single swipe of his left hand, his art flared and was released.

In the vanguard, there were 8 Elite Soldiers, 4 of them were Gargoyle, known for their physical strength. No to the level of a full blown Wendigo, but still.

Their massive shield was simply paper in front of the powerful art.

Halved as if the slash was separating them in space.

"S-stop him ! We have to stop him !"

After such an attack, their vanguard being literally halved, the rear guards had to make do.

They couldn't let such an opportunity pass, they didn't know when they could get him on the backfoot like this.

Such was their mission.

It took 10 more hours.

This battle, having been mostly one of attrition, was finally coming to an end.

While 10 hours had passed for the Sarkaz.

… A lot more had passed for the lone Sankta.

'... I…'

He couldn't tell how much time had passed.

He slowly was losing focus.

Losing self.

His vision was blurry, his thoughts impaired.

In the end, he was at his wits end.

The Sarkaz had basically been all replaced.

None of the original group that left him in this position survived, reinforcement simply kept pouring in.

An endless tide of corpses littered the place.

It was over.

…

Forced in this position, he couldn't do anything anymore.

His greatest strength, now the greatest curse.

For it is this very blessing that does not allow him to pass.

'Please let me die…'

He would think.

For the uncountable amount of time he had received fatal injury, his blessing simply kept him alive.

Making sure he continued, as if it was a game.

But now, he no longer wishes to play.

And so, he stopped.

"... I-is it ov-ver..?"

"Probably…"

"Fuck. What the hell was the little shit made out of ?"

"If this is what becoming a Sankta gets you I might consider it…"

"Listen to yourself, stupid. You think all Sankta get that kind of thing ?"

"..."

"Wait… He's still breathing."

"What ? So he's not dead ?"

"I mean, physically ? He is half buried here under rubble, but…"

"But what ?"

"He's just… Brain dead."

"Huh ?"

He was right.

Brain death. The Sankta couldn't handle the power anymore, and simply 'left' so to speak.

And thus ended the life of one of the strongest of the First Saints.

This story ended centuries ago, but its impact is very real.

He became well known for his incredible feat.

Inspired thousands.

But what was more important to our story, are 3 things.

The two staves, which ended up in certain Kazdelian ruins.

They would be found way later, by a certain someone.

As for their name ?

Well, it wouldn't be funny if I gave you all the keys, no ?

I think I gave enough hints for that.

… His name ?

Why, he, like all the first Saints, had very… Peculiar names.

As for his' ?

Well… If you want to know.

It was Chronos.