The white mage stood on top of a skyscraper looking at the clouds as the shifted and grew dark. His robe blew in the wind around him, and a silver chain with a cross hung from his left hand. He threw the chain aside and slammed the bottom of his staff into the ground. A circle of hite energy appeared around his feet and his robe blew outward around him.

 "Diabolus, maul of desolation. I shall defeat you and my name shall be recorded in the annals of history. All will know of Free!"