The majestic city of Prisma, Aji, and Aaman approached the large, open gate. Anyone entering was subject to inspection by the gatekeepers. The guards were quite strict; there were about 20 men standing guard at the entrance. Although the gate was wide open, security was tight, and anyone entering had to show proof of identity or a residence permit issued by the government where they lived.

Aaman was in front, while Aji was behind him. They each rode their horses. As they reached the gate, they were confronted by long spears. Although they held spears, they also had swords at their waists. They were fully equipped to fight if any intruders came to cause trouble.

"Who are you, and what do you need?" one of the guards asked firmly. He was probably the leader of this team of guards.

"I am Aaman," Aaman introduced himself, and with his right hand reached for something from under his shirt. It was a symbol, and he pointed it at the guards. They understood. "What is your purpose here, sir?" the guard greeted politely. He knew the sign was the sign of the Intercontinental Intelligence Police. Although the figure before them might have a low rank within the Intercontinental Police, they still had to respect him, as he was likely on a special mission.

Aaman smiled at the guards, "Nothing important. I'm escorting my friend here." Aaman pointed to Aji, who was still seated on his horse. "He will be enlisting in the Heavenly Army."

The guards at the capital, Prisma City, opened their spear barriers. They bowed and invited Aaman and Aji to continue their journey.

"Thank you, everyone. You've worked hard," Aaman said, encouraging the guards.

"Yes, sir."

The gatekeepers replied almost in unison.

Aji and Aaman mounted their horses again and continued their journey. A vast city appeared before them. The most magnificent city on the entire continent, with towering buildings everywhere. Aaman himself couldn't stop marveling at the beauty of Prisma City, even though he had visited it several times.

"There have been many changes here," Aji muttered to himself. However, Aaman heard him.

"May I ask, A... Aji," Aaman still felt awkward calling Aji's name, "What was Prisma City like in the past?" Aaman asked curiously.

"This city was once destroyed by the Demon Lord's forces. However, thanks to Yonan, everything was saved, despite the heavy casualties among the residents and warriors. The Demon Lord's forces that were about to take over the city fled."

Aaman had heard Aji's words about 30 years ago. Prisma City was attacked by a dark force, and Yonan, the Mage God, protected the city. Yonan was one of Prisma City's greatest mages. Since ancient times, Prisma City had been renowned for producing many powerful mages. The most renowned mages on the entire continent were all in Prisma City.

"What was Great Mage Yonan like? Was his magic very powerful?" Aaman was curious as they rode their horses together quietly, as they continued walking. Around them were also people bustling about, walking, riding vehicles, and even riding horse-drawn carriages. Aji smiled and looked at Aaman, "Yonan is truly amazing, even though he's always making jokes. He's one of the three Saints who joke thee most. He always manages to lighten the mood. Even during war, he always makes jokes for us, which makes us even more enthusiastic."

Aaman had never met Yonan before. He had only heard about his heroism and powerful magical powers from legends. Everyone across the continent admired his strength and considered him a hero of goodness. Aaman was grateful to hear firsthand about Yonan's life and his prowess.

"Is it true that Saint Yonan could breathe fire, destroy mountains, and even destroy entire cities with his magical powers?" Aaman was very curious.

Aji smiled again and thought for a moment. Yonan was now being called a saint and a hero. Those were the most powerful terms for someone with immense power and admired in the martial arts world. Yonan must be smiling up there because everyone truly considered him a role model and a hero.

You're right, Aaman, if he wanted to. Yonan could destroy an entire city with his raging flames.”

They continued their journey, Aaman increasingly amazed by Saint Yonan's magical powers. Aji himself remembered his friend, the friend who sacrificed himself in the great battle 20 years ago. In fact, it was to save him and for his current struggle to defeat the Demon Lord.

Aji's hands gripped his horse's reins tightly, as if he were gathering strength to destroy something before him. This time, he had to prepare to defeat the Demon Lord. He would surely appear again, and I must prepare well for battle.

"Thunderbolt Striker! I entrust this task to you! From now on, you must complete it!"

The image of Yonan flashed through Aji's mind during that great battle. Aji remembered Yonan standing and nearly falling. He used all his remaining strength and slammed his staff into the ground. And...

Boom!

A huge explosion occurred.

"Nooooo!"

Aji's fists trembled and crackled. Aaman felt a brief surge of energy from Aji's body. However, the energy dissipated and disappeared again, seemingly without a trace.

"Are you okay, Ji?" Aaman spoke softly, so as not to overhear the passing by crowd.

"Yes," Aji nodded to Aaman, "I'm fine, just remembering a little story from the past."

Aaman immediately understood that Aji must be remembering something. Perhaps it was the great battle 20 years ago. The stories circulating about the great battle 20 years ago are indeed very conflicting. Some say that the Demon Lord was defeated by three legends, and all of them disappeared and died. However, there is a version in which Yonan's power was able to seal the Demon Lord after fighting alongside the Lightning Striker and Ganada. Yonan reportedly died while using his strongest magic.

No one knows the exact story, but everyone believes that three legends, three Saints, protected the martial world and sacrificed themselves.

As for their battle, there is some belief in their story, written in a manuscript in a secret library in the capital, Prisma City. Prisma City is now under the rule of the God of War, Dasatama. He is Yonan's own son.