The sun dips westward, the bay filled with dazzling golden light, while the villages bustle with people. Everything seems peaceful and harmonious, seemingly different from what the old hunter had described.
Exploration Captain Zuwaro squints his eyes, carefully observing the appearance of the tribal village, estimating the organization level of these tribes. However, the serene scene is quickly shattered by alert cries from the fence of the village.
"There's a ship! On the Great Lake outside the village, there's a large ship!"
"What tribe is this from?"
"Don't know, but it's never been seen before!"
"Never seen before? Then they are enemies! Quick, grab your weapons!..."
