"Why? Saintess, tell us quickly!" an impatient elder urged.
The Saintess spoke with a somber expression, a hint of sadness, her voice lowered, "Because of Golden Eagle, my beloved. He is already dead."
"What?"
"What did you say?"
"Saintess, that's not a joke one can make!"
"Heavens, I didn't hear wrong, did I? You said Golden Eagle is dead? How did he die?" All the elders and some key members of the Holy War Organization exclaimed in astonishment. The Saintess observed their reactions; at this moment, their differences were hidden. Each elder reacted with surprise, some even doubted their hearing.
Andisto was no different, quickly regaining composure, looking at the Saintess and asking, "Saintess, what happened exactly? Why do you say Golden Eagle is dead?"
