Chapter 92: Won't be a problem

Volk's jaw clenched as the chieftain's words echoed in his ears.

His muscles tensed with the weight of a decision he never thought he'd have to make.

He had always respected the older generation even in his past life, had even tried to understand their ways, but this—this was different.

The chieftain was pushing him too far, trying to cling to power and traditions that no longer made sense.

Without thinking, Volk stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. His voice was calm, but the undercurrent of anger was unmistakable.

"Look, old one," he began, his words dripping with contempt, "you've suppressed your body and mana, and you're still injured. I don't want to fight such weakness."