The male stood in front of Re-Destro's desk, the latter's face cast a shadow as he typed away on his laptop, his focus unparalleled, a testament to his ideals.
He did not hear his name.
The male repeated, clearing his throat. "Re-Destro, sir."
All he received was the bat of his eye, enough for the messenger to state his purpose.
"We have unexpected guests." He relayed, presenting to him a screen of the guests in question.
...
It was a man on fire.
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Re-Destro frowned, his expression darkening from before. He examined this person's features.
Half of this person's skull was exposed to the flames. It had a bulky build, every muscle fiber unveiled for all to see. It had broad shoulders, huge biceps, and palpable forearms--it was clear that this individual was built to neutralize.
But what was most prominent was the flames that enveloped him. A bright light orange, flickering within his entire being from time to time unending--leaving this person in a silent agony. For the most part, the fact that he was still walking and acting like a normal civilian was impressive.
Re-Destro hummed. "Is he alone?"
"No."
Then the messenger flashed his screen presenting two more individuals.
One was an individual with bulky white spiked armor. It had an uneven bone-like helmet with large bones spread evenly throughout its back along with pointed and curved edges. He couldn't tell if the person behind this bone-like armor was a man or a woman.
Lastly, there was a man. A huge man. At least 8'11 wearing tattered medieval dark armor contrary to the modern age they currently live in. Black string linings trail down his helmet and on his elbows and knees. He wielded a massive, 3-meter great sword as wide as him that hung on his left shoulder as if it weighed nothing. If one even could call it a "great sword," it's mainly a slab of sharpened iron worn and torn.
Re-Destro sneered. "Did you inquire their whereabouts?"
"We have, but they said they 'sought the master of the house.' In which, you know... refers to you."
