Ethan remained silent after hearing the explanation from the man before him.
The tension around the destroyed front gate had not disappeared.
Blood still stained the dirt road outside the village, while the surviving guards kept their distance from him.
The man standing in front of Ethan slowly lowered his hand.
"My name is Varok," he said. "I am the current chief of this village."
Ethan narrowed his eyes. "You expect me to believe you after what your people did to Gor City?"
"No," Varok replied calmly. "I only expect you to listen before making another mistake."
The atmosphere became quiet.
The three elders behind Varok still looked furious, especially after witnessing the deaths of the guards.
Even so, none of them dared to move recklessly after seeing Ethan's overwhelming strength.
Ethan slowly pulled his Bloodblade Ashura downward, though he did not sheath it completely.
"You said your tribe is divided into two factions," Ethan spoke.
