Five years had drifted by since Daimon's return to life. During this time, he had forsaken the complexities of his past existence, choosing instead to lead a simple life in a tranquil village. It was a stark contrast to the tumultuous battles and cosmic mysteries he had once been entangled in.
One calm day, as the village went about its usual routines, Daimon overheard a lively conversation among the villagers. Their voices buzzed with excitement, and the topic soon became apparent.
"Did you hear the news? The Celestial Academy is recruiting!" exclaimed a young man, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
The mere mention of the Celestial Academy sent ripples of intrigue through the gathering. People turned to face the young man, their curiosity piqued.
"Are you absolutely certain of this?" queried one villager skeptically, not wanting to be led astray by false hopes.