White Mage Shadoweh>You are the famed white mage, Shadoweh, well known throughout the lands.
>With your Staff of the Archmagi and your +1 Zakeri's Outfit, you've travelled far and wide.
>There has been no monster that you have been unable to fell, no wound that you've been unable to heal.
>A knight? Hardly a match for your strength.
>Black mages? As if they could twist the very fabric of reality like you can.
>Other white mages? Amateurs.
>For the past few months, you've been travelling through the lands that had been overcome by corruption, searching for the cause of it all.
>And now, you've finally found your prey.
>
The fallen Leviathan.>You head into its lair, strengthening your grip on your staff and adjusting your robe.
>Soon, you find the dragon, and begin to engage it in a fight like no other.
>This battle will be recorded as an epic, the details of your tale told in every story and song.
>The dragon lets out a loud knock!
>... Wait, a knock?
>Yep. It's definitely a knocking sound.
>You sigh and turn to open your door, revealing Zakeri who is covering himself with a towel.
>"Can I have my clothe-"
>You slam the door shut, you have dragons to slay.
>Zakeri('s clothes) GOOD END