Genghis hesitantly turned his attention toward the former chieftain.
The two were locked in a staredown; both were as nervous as the other.
The moment the Oni shifted his attention toward the former chieftain, both of them had arrived at the same conclusion.
Among goblins, there was only one way for a new chieftain to truly inherit the tribe.
A trial by combat.
It was a tradition every goblin had grown up knowing long before they were old enough to hunt.
Whenever another goblin believed itself worthy of leading, it challenged the current chieftain before the rest of the tribe.
The stronger goblin claimed the tribe.
The weaker one surrendered its life.
That was how every chieftain before them had inherited the tribe, and neither Genghis nor the former chieftain had any reason to believe the Oni expected anything different.
If anything, it only made sense. The Oni had already stripped the former chieftain of every ounce of authority it once possessed.
