Saint Gabriel's voice echoed across the room,
"As we all know, there were a total of five expeditions sent to liberate cathedrals,"
His expression grew heavy.
"The one that we had the most confidence in was where we sent Grandmaster Lucas and 22 Masters with him to liberate a cathedral of the God of the Ocean,"
Everybody held their breath as they waited for his next words.
"All 23 members of the expedition have been confirmed dead."
Heavy silence fell upon the room as the Masters present took some time to register what the Saint was conveying.
"A Grandmaster… one of the hopes of humanity… had died?" The weak voice of a scared Master echoed across the room. In response, he was met with silence.
"A Grandmaster… dead?"
"No, NO! Impossible!"
"If they can die too, what about us?"
Panic began to spread around the room as the Masters became visibly scared.
The dire news was a very heavy blow to their motivation.
