Kathy's words were gentle, tinged with a faint sadness, guiding the emotions of the clan members.
"We are weak, powerless against fate."
"When there are no other paths to choose from, we can face death head-on, accepting sacrifice with calmness. I had long been prepared for it."
"But why choose to sacrifice needlessly when there's another path to survival before us?"
Tears welled up in her eyes as she asked with a bitter smile, "Is it just for our pitiful pride? To prove to the world that we resisted?"
The already silent camp fell into an even deeper silence.
Clang.
Someone exhaled slowly, gave a bitter smile, and let go of their weapon, allowing it to fall.
The sound of the weapon hitting the ground broke the silence, causing more clan members' tense bodies to relax, their shoulders drooping.
Even the ever-towering figure of the new clan leader, Brook, seemed to shrink somewhat at this moment.
