This Path, Burying the Heaven's Favorites

The man in the red armor narrowed his sharp gaze, his brow furrowing as he demanded, "Didn't I instruct you not to disturb me without cause?"

Outside the wooden dwelling, someone had arrived silently, bearing news. "Lord Yarbro, the latest directive has been issued by the Cosmos Headquarters." 

Respectfully, the person presented a black stone, its surface etched with an information imprint and sealed securely. 

Only Bidal Yarbro, in his crimson armor, possessed the authority to access its contents. 

Attempting to force it open would trigger an automatic erasure of the information—a failsafe against unauthorized access.

With a gesture, Bidal indicated for the messenger to depart, his expression puzzled. 

The arrival of an order from the headquarters hinted at significant developments. 

He raised the stone, breaking its seal with a swift motion.