The crowd breaks into shouting, both of agreement and of outrage. Raising the sacred sword, Armag steps forwar

The crowd breaks into shouting, both of agreement and of outrage. Raising the sacred sword, Armag steps forward. His gaze wanders over the crowd, finally rising to the skies. "Armag was wrong. He believed the witches' lies. He spilled the blood of his kin for no reason. But that's all in the past! Before the eyes of Gorum, on this sacred blade, Armag swears to devote his life to the tribe! To bring the tribe glory and riches, like in ancient times! No, better than ancient times!"