Scarlax part 4
"This is the last straw, Scarlax has officially declared war against us." A white haired man in a black suit shouted, he slammed his fist on the meeting table.
Around the long square table were men and women dressed in robes, suite and military uniforms.
At the head of the table was an old man wearing a sophisticated looking robe, it looked more like a contraption of torture, with its purple and gold color.
"Calm yourself down, Arnold, we didn't come here to shout, this matter needs delicate and strategic control." A silver haired man who sat across Arnold said.
"Silva, don't tell me that. We should go right now and fight, what Scarlax had done is unforgivable." Arnold argued.
"Are you stupid? How do you expect that we fight Scarlax without a plan, are you forgetting that he is a being that even this above sagehood can't think to reach.