Just like our previous conversations, only we heard the reality-check I delivered through the Guild Chat. The spectators were losing their minds over the announcer's dramatic voice. To praise us for splitting the enemy into three groups of two, he was dragging our opponents through the mud and back again.
"Traitors, ungrateful sons, and finally, incompetent turtles showing their true colors! The Raiders carefully packaged them up and trapped them in three separate sections of the arena. What will happen next, what's in store for us? Could it be...!"
He said that and went completely silent. Man, he really knows how to pull the crowd's strings; his effort to shift the focus of the spectators—who were still shocked by what they just saw—to the future, just a few minutes ahead, was absolutely praiseworthy. He wasn't letting anyone stay in the present moment.
