Zeke would have never guessed that Sean Khan had reached a Strength of level nine, even on the verge of achieving the Agility level! He was stronger than Mitch by a long shot.
Seeing hits, Zeke could not help but sigh, had Sean wanted to take over the Khan, he could have done it so easily.
"Zeke boy, why so quaint?"
Sean spoke, then smiled towards Zeke, his smile full of welcome and approval.
"What are you doing here, Sean?" asked Mitch crudely, his expression was wary.
"You should know why I am here. In the beginning, I did not resist you overtaking the role of the Khan patriarchy, this was because I was waiting for Zeke to be ready. Once he was, I would support his return to his rightful place," Sean replied calmly.
"All these years, I had never interfered with Khan business," he continued.
"Up until now!"
An explosive wave of energy emanated from Sean, a tempest unlike any other.
Sean locked his gaze with Mitch while he stated, "That does not mean that I am not aware of what happens!" His voice rose,
"For all these years, I left you in charge as regent thinking that Zeke was not ready, believing that nothing could go wrong" — he paused and clenched his fists — "and yet here you are, scheming and conspiring to kill your own nephew!"
"Zeke is now a grown man, it is time that I interfere and restore our rightful patriarch to his seat!" Sean concluded.
"What? You would help this c*r steal my throne?!" Mitch yelled, his body quaked, either in fear or anger.
"That's right! You were only a regent after all! I had never interfered before, but I think it is high time you pass on the position!" stated Sean decisively.
Mitch scoffed.
"I have led the Khan to glory, I have sacrificed so much for our well-being!
Do you think I will give up my title so easily? Just because you asked?! Never!" Mitch yelled.
"I believe Sean is right, abdicate!" An elderly man rose to his seat and stated his opinion.
"He is right! Mitch's leadership has deteriorated the Khan beyond repair! He is not suited to be the patriarch!"
In an instant, a crowd of Khan leaders rose up against Mitch.
"Traitors! The whole lot of you! Our lord has been fair and just! Generous and wise! I disagree with all of this!" retorted a Mitch supporter.
"Me too! Do you not see our lord's sacrifices?!" another piped up.
"Enough, all of you!" Sean commanded, his voice rang like thunder.
A great pressure came over the hall, and blanketed everyone with an inexplicable weight.
Paxton could not help but cough up a mouthful of blood at this, seeing as how he was currently the weakest Khan.
"Spout, you b*stard!" Mitch yelled after he saw how his son was harmed like this, he barely held on with his instinct to lash out.
It was over for Mitch, he had dealt his hands.
Clansmen from all ages could only view the once proud leader with nothing but contempt and jeers.
Failure to improve the Khan circumstances may be overlooked, but not defending their pride and name? That was hard to let slip.