Rion's eyes scanned through Zoka, Drokan and Grathar for a couple of moments, and he asked, "Which one of you wants to be the next sacrifice?"
Zoka and Drokan turned their heads towards the weakest one of them and stared at Grathar.
Grathar's grip tightened around the handle of his giant hammer. He gave them a nod and began to walk towards Rion.
For Grathar, accepting your weakness wasn't something to be ashamed of, but staying weak was, and for that, he had trained rigorously for decades.
He had become one of the strongest warriors of the tribe, and he was determined to continue walking this path until he became the strongest.
But one's strength and importance didn't dismiss their misbehaviour and crimes that they had committed knowingly or not, and if no one was ready to teach them, Rion would do it by himself.
Grathar stopped a few steps away from Rion, looked at Rhaek with a disappointed daze and declared, "You were never really worthy of your rank."
