Resolution

"What is this thing beneath my feet?"

Han Qin seemed to hear her father speaking beside her.

After realizing that a race's history could serve as an information medium, she hurried back to the Cold Night Tribe without delay.

"Has that weapon been completed?"

"It's finished. All that's left is for you, Chief, to activate it yourself," a tribesman told her.

"Good."

Han Qin answered and walked over to the weapon.

"Are you sure every rule has been incorporated?" she confirmed once more.

"Yes. We've checked it over already."

Han Qin was still somewhat uneasy. This weapon had been left behind by her father. Before he departed, it had only been half completed. Back then, her father had made it all by himself, so it had taken a long time. Now that the entire tribe had pooled its efforts, the pace had quickened considerably—but a weapon rushed out like this was prone to problems.

To dispel the worry in her heart, Han Qin personally inspected it several times.

To her surprise, this hastily completed weapon truly had no issues at all.

"Everyone, you've worked hard..."

"Chief, we've all been waiting a long time for this chance."

"A chance? What chance?" Han Qin asked blankly.

"The chance to work together... The former chief was always alone. Whenever we wanted to help him, he refused us. He said he couldn't drag the entire tribe down, that these responsibilities were his to bear alone. So all we could do was watch, unable to help at all..."

Listening to her companion's explanation, Han Qin felt a wave of sorrow rise in her heart.

Her father had always been like this, placing every burden upon himself.

He must have believed this was a road of no return, which was why he had not dragged