"Lord Savon?" The many priests rose one after another at his words, staring in shock at the old priest who was already in the twilight of his life.
In terms of seniority and experience, Priest Savon was unquestionably the most distinguished among the surviving old priests. Even a proud chieftain like Lord Hottel had to respect him and treat him with the courtesy due to an elder.
Now, after the Gale Tribe had suffered massive losses among its elites, this High Priest—the only one capable of stabilizing morale and holding the situation together—was actually volunteering to take the blame?
"Lord..." A middle-aged priest beside him hurriedly stood and said, "Let me do it. The Gale Tribe cannot be without you right now!"
"You can't..." Savon smiled and shook his head. "Your status isn't high enough. You won't be able to quell the tribe's resentment..."
The others fell silent at his words. Among the priests remaining in the tent, aside from Savon, no one was truly qualified to shoulder such a tremendous burden.
But if he were gone, where would the tribe go from there?
Confusion surged through their hearts. For the first time, the many priests suddenly felt as though they had no road ahead.
"Don't lose heart, children..." Savon smiled kindly. "The priests are the tribe's spiritual totem and the tribe's spark. If even you lose hope, then this tribe truly has no future..."
The others stiffened at his words. The youngest priest among them could not help asking, "Do we...really still have a future?"
The mysterious outsider's attack had nearly ruined the Gale Tribe's plan to take in new people. The elders of the various priest divisions had already begun traveling far and wide two years ago to gather new members, but even now, the number they had