Gladiaxa
Saru looks at this man. He is calm.
"You are wrong about many things. I have been defeated by a being far greater than you and I. He is coming someday. However, I was sent here to deal with you because of many things."
"This dimension is a war place... factions fighting others for a few square kilometers. I do not step into the pitiful things, such as the Mak, but I do guide individuals to strive to sort these out. Chaze, is just one of the special three given the power of a guardian to sort these out."
"I came here personally to settle this out with you, because the factions of this world are too busy dealing with threats that take up their resources... the Mak, the Helix AI, all sorts of others. They are perfectly capable of dealing with those and with my hand and the creators hand, we will help them."
"However, you're far too powerful for any of the normal factions to deal with at this time. I cannot kill you, I don't want to, but I also don't want the factions and the people to die by your hand. They have no chance against you with everything else going on."
"You're also wrong about my golden armour. I'm not wearing any golden armour. I believe you have me confused with the Dimensional Necromancers I sent to scout this place."