* Bang! *
"Sir!" A soldier, clad in armor but without a helmet, burst into the room, slamming the door so forcefully that the entire house quivered beneath its impact.
The soldier's eyes darted around the room in a frenzy, his gaze finally settling on the figure he sought. Vesta, seated with his arms crossed, frowned at the sudden intrusion, casting a cold stare in the soldier's direction. "Speak," he commanded, his voice resounding with an icy authority that sent shivers down the soldier's spine.
Vesta's voice echoed in the soldier's ears, each word piercing through his nerves. He couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in the presence of his stern and composed superior. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, the soldier hastily delivered his message, still trying to catch his breath from the hurried entrance.
