The man, whose armor was worn and tattered, took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice, "We... We were out in the open, gathering resources." He began, taking another steadying breath, "Suddenly, the night sky was engulfed in this... this brilliant, blinding golden light. I've never seen anything so... pure except from…him. Only one person can ever give off such an aura...Golden Prince. I swear, we're not mistaking it."
Rachel's eyes darted from one person to another, absorbing their words, her mind racing.
A woman, her face streaked with soot and dirt, gestured to another group, "That's not all," she interrupted, her voice grave, "They were the ones who witnessed it closest."
Victor's head snapped to the indicated group, his piercing gaze settling on them. The weight of that gaze made a woman step forward hesitantly.
