Fruity looked up at the figure descending from the sky, his eyes wide with wonder. "Immortal," he murmured.
Aurelia, however, remained calm and composed. "That is actually a Saint," she said. Unlike Fruity, who spent most of his days eating and playing pranks on the monks, Aurelia seemed to know more about such matters.
Fruity turned to her with curiosity. "What is a Saint?" he asked softly. He had read about immortals in the monastery's texts. The writings spoke of their ability to fly and move through the air, but he had never heard of a Saint before.
"A Saint is a cultivator with control over certain elements," Aurelia explained. "They have the ability to influence these elements in ways that let them defy some natural laws. For example, they can walk on air, fly, or travel long distances in mere seconds."
Fruity's eyes sparkled with excitement. "So, which is more awesome, Saints or Immortals?" he asked with a grin.
