There wasn't much known about the Guild Master.
He was the type of person to seclude himself within the Guild and never interfere with most matters. This was why he was mostly a figurehead amongst most of the members. He was simply just there to carry the Guild's image.
However, that was the furthest thing from the truth.
Only a select few truly knew the Guild Master, and to those who knew him, they understood that the reason why the Guild Master never acted wasn't because he didn't want to, but because they didn't want him to.
Everyone understood that the moment the Guild Master acted, it would signify failure on their side.
And failure…
It wasn't very appreciated by the Guild Master.
"It looks like we're in quite the mess," the Guild Master spoke, his lips curled into a thin smile as he looked at the monitoring room. He could see from the broadcast that the situation was turning more and more dire by the second.
