Rising from the floor was a man clad in a snowy white robe, adorned with silver intricate patterns and well strapped silver belt. On his hands, a sliver staff topped with a brightly glowing crystal nestled in a tiara stood uprightly firm.

His youthful features belied by the snowy white hair and eyebrows were an evident description of his identity as a sorcerer of the revered Skyward Sages Clan, known as wielders of the pure and ancient power of white magic.

His eyes blazed with a blinding white intensity as he directed a withering stare at the dark witch, whose face contorted in rage as she gritted her teeth.

"I...