The old Saint trembled like a terrified kitten, his soul gripped tightly in Aiden's hand. "Forgive me! I'll serve you—I'm a rare Space Saint! I can surely be of use to you!" he pleaded desperately.
"I can guarantee you won't find more than a hundred Space Saints across the entire Immortal Realm. I only became a Space Saint after a lucky encounter!" He continued pleading, his voice frantic with fear.
Aiden gazed at him, knowing the old man was right. Unlike Aiden, who could shape and control space at will thanks to his Dimensional Authority, others needed rare, specific environments to comprehend space laws. Space Saints were indeed an extreme rarity. Despite the Immortal Realm containing millions or even billions of worlds, and each world having trillions of people, the path to becoming a Space Saint was so arduous that only those with extraordinary, heaven-sent opportunities could achieve it.
