While Rohan and Deidros were talking, the climax at the center of the two clans had reached a new peak.
The two fighters were now facing each other, ready to fight at the orders of their leader. The man fighting for the Greybat clan looked the last time behind him. The old clan chief nodded his head.
Further away, his son was looking at him with a blank expression and tears on his cheeks. The man weakly smiled at his son. At least he would be the next hope for his clan. He was young, but he was the only rank 1 Beginner Warrior that the clan had successfully made in decades.
He would die today, and he knew it. But that wasn't a problem. His clan would lose a few resources, but that wasn't a problem either. In the end, they could only grow back. His son could only grow, and maybe even become more powerful.