Two hours after the match began…0

“T-This is all that made it…?” Diesel muttered, shocked by the number of guild members gathered in the Hall of Decision.0

The number was far smaller than what he had anticipated.0

There were only three hundred of them remaining. They started with five hundred people, but somehow only three hundred made it back, despite the lack of any major battles.0

“Could it be that… they were assassinated…?”0

There were supposed to be at least four hundred people gathered in the Hall of Decision. Fifty from the team led by Descartes and fifty from the team led by Palchuck meant that they should have only lost one hundred men so far.0

But only three hundred? The losses were far greater than expected.0

“We have no choice but to hold our ground here,” Chae Hyung-Seok said, finally snapping out of his PTSD attack. Then, he advised, “Running around aimlessly will just put us at a disadvantage.”1

“Hmm…”0

“Our only option is to hold this position. We will get picked off one by one if we move out, and then we’re finished.”0

“True. It’s better to stay here with all of the buffs,” Diesel said, nodding in agreement.0

The buffs he was...0