The Last Saint Sanctum

"That’s why I’ve lived in seclusion," he had continued, his voice growing quieter, almost bitter. "The world isn’t safe for those who wield this power. There are those who would kill to possess what we know. And there are those who fear it."

“There was once a religion using our method of swordsmanship they are called the Luminous Oath, its been a hundred or even a thousand years that the members of the Luminous Oath extinct and have been forgotten.”

Celeste had fallen silent then, the reality of their situation dawning on her. It wasn’t just about learning to fight or mastering swordsmanship. It was about survival. And she know what it feels like to be used specially when you have a talent or skills, coming from the experience from her past life.

"That’s why you’re teaching me the Saint Swordsmanship," she had said after a moment, the pieces slowly clicking into place.

Kite had nodded. "Yes. But understand, Saint Swordsmanship is not like the elemental swordplay practiced by most today. It's not about controlling fire or shaping the earth. The Saint Swordsmen believed in purity. They wielded Sanctum to enhance their physical abilities speed, strength, endurance. It takes more discipline than any other form of combat because you’re not relying on external forces. Everything comes from within."

As she lay in bed now, Celeste could still hear Kite’s words echoing in her mind. "Everything comes from within." She had felt it today, in the heat of battle. The way her body had moved faster than she thought possible, the way her senses had sharpened as she executed the Flash Step. It wasn’t just about technique it was about harnessing something deeper, something primal and pure. I can really can’t gasp the concept by I’m getting it now, I’m a programmer in my previous life, and I think getting the idea of how the sanctum manifest in my body send excitement in me, I love learning stuff and I need more than dedication to be able to do these perfectly.

But it had also been dangerous. She had barely controlled the power, and the wolf had come close to killing her more than once.

"It takes discipline," Kite had told her. "You can’t just use Sanctum carelessly. It’s powerful, yes. But without focus, without composure, it can overwhelm you. It requires balance, a stillness of the mind."

Celeste closed her eyes and tried to focus on her breathing, as Kite had shown her. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Slowly, deliberately. She could almost feel the Sanctum within her, like a steady pulse, a quiet strength that hummed beneath her skin.

"You’re learning," she whispered to herself. "But you’re not there yet."

The fire crackled again, and Celeste opened her eyes, staring up at the ceiling. The weight of her future felt heavy, the responsibility of mastering this lost art looming over her like a shadow. It’s Like the first time she knows programing in her previous life but this time its different. She was one of the last perhaps the only who could carry the legacy of the Saint Swordsmen. The Luminous Oath was gone, but its teachings lived on in her.

"Why did they die?" she had asked Kite once. "The Saint Swordsmen. Why are they gone?"

Kite had been silent for a long moment, staring into the flames before finally answering.

"They fought a war," he had said softly. "A war against ancient demons. A war they won, but at a great cost. The world forgot them. And in time, they faded into myth. But their power was real, and their enemies were real. The world just doesn’t remember."

Celeste had wanted to ask more, but Kite’s face had darkened, and she knew better than to push.

Now, lying in the warmth of the cabin, her body aching and her mind restless, Celeste tried to remember Kite’s final lesson from that night.

"Sanctum is unlike any other form of mana," he had told her. "It doesn’t react the way elemental mana does. You can’t force it to bend to your will. You must learn to let it flow through you naturally, like water finding its path. Start small. Focus on your breathing. Feel the energy inside you, but don’t try to control it. Just let it be. Once you can do that, we’ll move forward."

Celeste had nodded, though she hadn’t fully understood. Even now, she wasn’t sure she did. But she knew one thing she had to master it. There was no other choice.

As sleep finally began to take hold, Celeste whispered to herself, a quiet vow in the stillness of the night.

"I will master it the saint swordsmanship. I will carry the Luminous Oath forward."

And as her eyes closed, the last thing she saw was the faint glow of the fire, flickering like a memory of something ancient and pure.