"And I thought I could've saved this world", while watching the scene in front of his eyes, sweat emerges on his face, falling down his cheek. In front of his eyes, volcanoes were erupting from ground to sky like a hot spring. The rage of the wind in the form of cyclones breaking apart the world in pieces. A red sea flows with proud in this chaos, but it's not a sea of water, it's a sea of flames and blood. A mountain of corpses lying down, blood's splattered everywhere in his vicinity.  Upon seeing his companions dead bodies, a sudden burst of anger emerges in his eyes. Sorrow, sadness, and powerlessness could be seen in his blue eyes. His Left hand held a brilliantly shining blue sword, and a wand which he used who know's how many times to cast magic, in his right hand. He roared like a dragon  "I want to save this world",  tears crawl down from his cheek.