The Guildmaster was having a bad day.
At the moment, he was beginning to doubt if he had truly been blessed by the gods.
His life seemed cursed.
For the first time in a long time, he didn't know what to do.
It wasn't enough that he had to lose to the Hoarder thereby forfeiting a point in their competition.
He was also losing his touch as a leader.
After he had given up on chasing Jeremy and gone back to the Base, he got a different reaction from the people.
At the moment, he was trying to charge up their morale to fight.
He wasn't having any success so far.
With many Gifteds dead, the rest of them didn't want to fight on for fear of their lives.
They were of the opinion that they find their way through the Waves of the Armageddon on their own.
He had taken it on himself to talk them out of the idea since they were not listening to their respective team leaders.
