Midway up Guru Mountain, Vister, looking anxious, found himself in a bind. He could neither retreat nor advance, unsure of what to do. His so-called comrades nearby were either trapped by the flames, unable to move, or had been mysteriously taken down by the three bound individuals. This was nothing like what they had planned or imagined. Last night's send-off drinks had been so spirited and passionate, yet the reality unfolding on the mountain was a bitter irony.
As one of the few leaders, Vister should have shouldered more responsibility. When the group began to falter, he should have stepped up to lead, even if his recent injury prevented him from joining the attack directly. At the very least, as a leader, it was crucial for him to shout a few words to boost morale. However, Vister paced carefully, avoiding any direct confrontation; he was unwilling to risk another blow to his chin.
