As the man in golden armor drew near, the voice of the man in pitch-black armor reached his ears, eliciting a look of incredulity that swept across his features.
"Is the claim substantiated?" he inquired with rapidity, his tone edged with urgency.
Taking the scroll from the man in pitch-black armor, he proceeded to read its contents.
The information therein prompted a sharp intake of breath from the man in golden armor, his grip on the scroll tightening, the document now crumpled within his palm.
"This is preposterous!" he exclaimed, his voice imbued with a mix of anger and disbelief.
With a swift, vehement motion, he tore the scroll into shreds, then turned his attention to the soldier responsible for delivering the news.
"When did you become privy to this information? And why did you not convey it with utmost haste?" His rage peaked, manifesting in a surge of mid-level elemental saint pressure that he unleashed upon the soldier, effectively subduing them beneath its weight.
