Saint:My Daily Routine Became My Superpower

 Location: Safe Zone Ruins 

Time: July 18th, 8:00 AM

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The dawn after the stampede was not a celebration.

It was quiet.

No horns. No cheers. Only the sound of shovels digging into the scorched earth and the soft murmurs of names being whispered, remembered.

Families buried family. Strangers buried strangers.

Even monsters, the ones who had died helping defend the zone, were burned in respectful silence.

The air smelled of ash, blood, and the faintest hint of hope.

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8:30 AM – The Recovery Begins

Makeshift tents sprouted across the ruined streets. Medics stitched wounds by firelight. Engineers began rebuilding key infrastructure. Volunteers moved in groups, salvaging supplies, helping the injured, or simply offering silent company to the mourning.

Kael stood atop the northern watchpost, overlooking what remained.

His cloak still clung to his frame, tattered and bloodied. His mask was off, hanging at his side. Only his team had seen his face during the battle. And now, even they respected his need for quiet.

Elle sat nearby, wrapping her injured arm.

> "They're calling you the Phantom Titan," she muttered with a faint smirk. "Masked storm who saved a city."

Kael didn't reply.

Below, citizens were murmuring.

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9:00 AM – The Legend of the Masked One

Whispers moved like wind:

> "Who was he?" "Did he even bleed?" "He moved like a ghost."

Kael had fought in a way none had ever seen. Not in this life, not in this world. His speed, his mimic, the way he pierced the behemoth from the inside—it defied logic. And that unsettled people.

It fascinated them too.

Several approached Dain during food distribution.

> "Was he one of you? The masked one?"

Dain hesitated. Armin looked to Kael. Elle nodded at him.

> "Should we tell them?"

Kael simply shook his head. "Not yet."

Armin shrugged. "Guess mystery it is."

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10:00 AM – Mourning the Fallen

A list was posted. Over seventy names.

Not just fighters. Civilians. Engineers. Children.

A moment of silence was held.

Kael stood amidst the gathering. No one recognized him without the mask. He preferred it that way.

He bowed his head like everyone else.

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12:00 PM – Reunion

The midday sun cast long shadows when Kael made his way to one of the emergency medical tents.

A pair of older figures sat inside. A woman with tired eyes and a man with a wrapped leg. They looked up when Kael entered.

Silence.

His father was the first to speak.

> "...Kael?"

Kael nodded. His voice caught in his throat.

His mother reached forward and grabbed his hands.

> "You're alive... Thank God, you're alive."

Kael knelt. Rested his forehead against her shoulder.

> "I'm sorry I didn't come to see you sooner.Both of you must have been worried to death?"

> "You survived. That's all that matters."

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1:30 PM – Reflection

Outside, the rebuilding continued. His team helped where they could. Dain lifted debris. Elle taught self-defense to teens. Armin reinforced barricades.

But Kael sat alone now.

Watching. Thinking.

His mimic appeared beside him, mimicking his form exactly. But no one could see it. Not unless Kael wanted them to.

> "You protect them," the mimic said. "But do you trust them?"

Kael didn't answer immediately.

> "I trust their will to survive."

> "Then prepare them. This peace is a gasp. Not a breath."

Kael closed his eyes. The words cut deep.

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2:00 PM – Cliffhanger

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, Kael walked to the central square, his mask now clipped to his side again.

People watched him. Some nodded. Others whispered.

He stood atop the broken fountain, voice clear, steady:

> "We survived this time."

> "But the world has changed. And it will keep changing."

> "Will we survive next time?"

> "...I don't know."

Behind him, far above the clouds, a white silhouette watched from the remnants of a shattered sky tower.

Silent.

Smiling.

> TO BE CONTINUED....