Thus, Michel Voight wondered if everything he worked towards was just a waste of time.
As he wallowed in his self-pity, Michel Voight somehow tuned out the voices of those around him as they sort for guidance.
"What do we do, Mich?... We have to do something!"
"Mich, how can we survive this?"
With their Heralds gone, the army that Michel Voight put together was more or less a headless beast that couldn't work unless Michel Voight was willing to order them about.
Of course considering his current state, such a request was hard to accept.
Thus it didn't take long for most of them to fall into panic as this would be their first time facing off against the wave.
Nathan frowned upon seeing them react in such a way. It was understandable though but it definitely wasn't the kind of reaction one would expect from future Guardians.
