Saint Michael, The First Angel.
So this is him. The man that all the other Angels spoke of.
Raphael looked at the dark-skinned man with red eyes. They seemed to hold a dark power within them as if simply meeting his gaze was dangerous.
"Let me ask you something, Raphael." The man said calmly, yet his voice carried through the snowy fields. "What is your purpose."
A question Raphael had been asked before.
It hardly required thought for him to give his answer.
"To become King of Vailstone."
Of course, his true goals were more precise. Such as first becoming King of the all six schools, and collecting the five dragons.
But his ultimate dream was to become King of the entire world.
Saint Michael nodded his head at the answer, considering it.
"Do you realise what you will have to accomplish to achieve that goal? Not only will you need to conquer the north, but also the south, east and west, as well as the surrounding islands."
