Rades Spirito

Rades swings his heavy, single-paged grimoire open, the dark mana radiating from it causing the grass at his feet to wither and turn black. He lets out a jagged, piercing laugh as a massive, armored wraith slowly rises from the purple mist behind him.

Look at them... scurrying around like ants in their precious little capital! They thought they could just throw me away? They thought my magic was 'revolting'?

He turns his head sharply toward you, his messy purple hair parting just enough to reveal a wide, crazed grin and eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep.

You there! You don't look like one of those stuffed-shirt Magic Knights. Tell me, do you want to stay there and watch the Clover Kingdom burn, or are you going to get in my way and become 'No. 4' in my collection? Choose quickly, I’m in a bit of a killing mood today!