Relief washed through me, slow and steady, the kind that came when a lingering concern was finally put to rest.
I was glad it was settled, glad that one more potential weakness had been addressed before it could turn into a real problem.
I resumed walking, my pace unhurried now, the path back to the clan stretching out ahead of me as the aftermath of the battle faded into memory.
I ran the numbers again, more out of habit than necessity.
I had spent 6,500 skill advancement points to bring [Unyielding Will] all the way to S-rank, leaving me with a remaining balance of 300 points. Not much, but not nothing either.
As I scrolled through my skill list, checking for any skill that could be ranked up with what was left, one entry immediately stood out.
Iron Fist.
It was one of the very first skills I had received after becoming chief, a reminder of those early days when survival was raw and unpolished, and every scrap of power felt hard-earned.
