Ares, son of Zeus and also known as the god of war.
He was one of the many who kissed up to me and never ceased to pester me in search of strength. Just like Hephaestus, he wanted powerful weapons and means of having the edge over his peers.
After reaching the limit of my patience, I finally decided to make a few Treasures for him, giving him some weapons and armors which suited his person.
One of these items was the 'Dark Armor Of War,' which was what the Guildmaster currently wore.
"You can't back out now, you hear?" Galandel declared, clad in his dark armor.
Of course, I had no intention of backing down in the first place.
After all, no one knows more about this Relic than me.
"You talk too much" I responded.
Instantly, he dashed toward me, devastating the floor beneath him. In a flash, he reached my location and threw a fist toward me.
