The productive air of the meeting had quickly evaporated, though thankfully most of the essential information had already been divulged. Maple went over the rest of what was known, and then concluded for Chatot, "All things considered, I will be scouting as many locations as I can in the coming days with Soda and the others. The Grass Continent is large--the search itself can take up to two weeks. If Team Spice is anything to go by, though, they will survive. Until then, perhaps we can search for that society that Darkwhite claims has fallen to darkness, too. It will be difficult without individuals like you being there directly, however..."
"We should prioritize high-suspicion locations first," Chatot concluded. "But until then... I suppose we are dismissed. Guildmaster, do you have anything else to add?"
The Guildmaster said nothing.
"...Guildmaster?"
"...Zzzz... zzzzzz..."
Chatot froze. Panicked, flustered, horrified, he glanced at the others, then at Wigglytuff. His eyes were still open yet--was he fast asleep? Did he blink?
"Guildmaster? Guildmaster!"
No response.
Chatot beat his wings, loosening a few feathers. "GUILDMASTER!"
"YOOM!" Wigglytuff suddenly raised his arms in the sky and there was a blinding flash of light. The ground trembled. A terrifying aura of power radiated off of him. "Everyone! We will save Team Spice! We'll search for them and search for any darkness in town, and anywhere else on the Grass Continent! We'll all do it together, friends!" He jumped with an audible boing, nearly hitting the ceiling. "YOOM-TAH!"