Fear of the unkown

"Wow, what fascinating scenery, are you Mr. Fugon and escorts, right? Welcome to our humble headquarters!"

A voice suddenly erupted in the language of the Greenlanders as the army of native humans came within one kilometer of the hill, interrupting Fugon's conversation with the rest of the Sages and incarnations around him.

"Hmm?" Everyone looked up a little towards the source of the sound, and they found a lone woman floating towards them, a stunning beauty who appeared to be in her late twenties, wearing an exposed green dress with scattered pieces of golden armor, and holding a small golden scepter.

"Did she just say that the appearance of the Night Fury clan's army… is a fascinating scenery?" muttered one of the elders of the tribe

"She doesn't even consider it an army, she called us escorts…" Another said, looking as if he was about to cry, the loud roar and murderous aura suddenly seemed like a child's play.