Tobiah spoke in a low voice. "Knox, you have no right to speak. Step down."

However, Knox stood in the center of the hall. He clenched his teeth stubbornly and did not move.

An elder of the Highland Tribe scolded him harshly. "You insolent brat. The Highland Tribe has taken root here for hundreds of years. Have we not migrated and fled enough times already? We were driven here from the Wastelands in the first place. Now you want us to go back? Knox, I think you are simply foolish."

Knox shot back without hesitation. "Sir, I think you are wrong. It is precisely because our tribe has never had a stable home and has always been driven out and slaughtered by others. We're always hiding, and that's why now we must finally stand upright. Hiding is not a real solution. Facing it is."

The elder sneered. "That's easy for you to say. So tell me, how do we face them?"

Knox replied, "By facing death and confronting them with an attitude of sacrificing everything, by standing tall in this worl