The silence that followed the projection did not last long.
The Shaman lowered his hand slowly, and the image faded like mist under the sun. The younger generation remained frozen, their eyes still fixed on the empty space where the scene had been moments ago.
Then one of the Warchiefs stepped forward.
"You have seen it."
His voice was steady, but the meaning behind it carried far more than simple acknowledgment.
"That is the strength of the being who now stands as the Young Warchief of the Bersuka Tribe."
Another Warchief continued immediately.
"Do not misunderstand what you witnessed."
He looked across the gathered youths, his gaze heavy.
"That was not a fair battle."
A third spoke, his tone colder.
"That was not even a battle."
The Shaman finally raised his head.
"That was domination."
The word settled deep into the hearts of everyone present.
Then one of the younger warriors spoke, unable to hold back.
"But… the former Bersuka Warchief…"
His voice trembled.
