"Saint, Grayson."
Hell realms?
Could it be? Does reincarnation truly exist in this world?
White Mitchell furrowed his brows, lost in thought.
Just who had created and opened the Forbidden Land?
Still, White Mitchell knew that he wouldn't be able to figure it all out in such a short amount of time.
Would there be other clues within the lives of the upcoming Saints?
White Mitchell's brows slowly relaxed as he delved into the life of the next Saint.
In the Nine States, there was a man known in the World of Martial as "White Mitchell". Clad in a white and pure immortal robe, his face was as fair as snow, his eyes and brows exuded an air of arrogance. White Mitchell was a fearless hero who was concerned with the wellbeing of people. Possessing extraordinary martial arts and vast knowledge, he was recognized as the top person in the Nine States. As the story began, White Mitchell was cultivating his martial arts in an ancient mountain cave.