Riley looked directly at Gaben, his eyes steady and unflinching.
"Let's split up," he said calmly, though his voice carried enough weight to silence even the quiet murmurs at the edge of the tent.
"Father-in-law, you take command and handle the smaller clans. Secure them, gather their numbers, and steady the rear. Meanwhile, I and the Rice clan will march straight to the Wheeler clan. Since you're older, it makes sense you take the safer route, while me and my people take on the greater challenge—toppling the Wheeler clan head-on."
For a moment, silence reigned. Then a low murmur broke out among the other leaders.
Some exchanged shocked glances, others whispered to their neighbors.
The idea was reckless, unheard of, and yet… there was a certain audacity in Riley's words that made even the most hardened warriors hesitate to dismiss him outright.
"You're crazy, boy," Gaben finally spat, his face flushing red with anger.
