A blonde figure clad in otherworldly white-gold garbs, with wings made of pure ether appears before you, he wields a monstrous black distortion of the Monado. With an almost manic grin, Zanza announces his entrance:

Everything in this world is dictated by the passage of fate. As all that exists is interconnected, time can only flow towards the inevitable.

That is the vision of which I, the Monado, am the origin. Only I have the right to decide the fate of this world.