A few instances flashed in his mind. There were two demons, one taller than the other, identical in looks. They clashed in several flashes, one of them easily gaining power over the other. The two of them held still for a moment; the shorter of the two was panting frantically, a grievous wound gushing in his left gut area. The other one seemed perfectly content, with only a few drops of blood leaking out of his chest. The taller one finally made an offensive move, seemingly going in for the killing blow against the shorter, more wounded one.
With a sudden gasp, and his eyes opening wide, Deniel sat up on his bed in alarm. He panted frantically for a few moments, recognizing that what had just happened was only a dream. His breathing softened itself, and his pulse began to return to its normal state. He placed both of his palms right up against his face, rubbing it gently to try and wake himself up before stretching his arms out. With a quiet yawn, he slid himself off of his bed, and stretched his limbs out. The day was nearly going into the afternoon; he slept longer than what he had initially anticipated, but that was no issue to him. The days were long, as he didn't have a whole lot to do. He had only one objective at this point, and that is why he was where he was at: Crocus. He came here for the sole intention of hoping to find one of the many Wizard Saints, and see if he could gather as much information about them as they could. Ever since coming back from the dead, at least that is what it seemed like to him, his only effort thus far was to garner the current situation of Fiore's Legal and Dark Guild system, as well as the status of the Wizard Saints. He had no intention of joining the system, or getting involved too much, but part of him wouldn't let it go. At the very least, he felt he needed to know what had happened since his demise.
The only other morning routine he had to go through was one he always knew how it would end, but it was always worth a shot. "Black Devil." He closed his eyes once more, and attempted to focus his Magic, his rage, and his wrath. These emotions coupled with his focus would ideally transform his body into that of a scaled demon, but alas, nothing had happened. Just like the time before that, and the time before that... and the time before that. Ever since coming back from the dead, he found his Magic and power almost entirely stripped from him. He had been secretly hoping it would come back to him somehow, that this was just a temporary side effect of... whatever had happened to him, but alas, he was losing hope. Back on the important matter at hand, there was somebody in Crocus he needed to find... hopefully, anyway. Apparently one of the Wizard Saints was rumored to be traveling here sometime this week, but aside from a name and a face, that's all he had. So the most he could do was roam around an enormous capital city and hope he would find something. It certainly didn't sound optimistic, but he didn't have much else to do in the meantime; at this point he didn't know what he should do.
Once he was out and about in the streets, around half an hour after actually waking up, he started to remember one of the skills he hadn't lost as a mage, a sensory one. He kept this open above all else; if there truly was a Wizard Saint here in this city, then they would be giving off a magical aura stronger than most, unless concealing it. As he walked past the many people in Crocus, he kept both his eyes and his other senses open. If he was lucky, then this Wizard Saint wouldn't hide her Magic presence all that much, and he could find her within the hour. If he were unlucky, then this would take a very, very long time.