[55 Days After The Migration]
Fargo Village
At this time, nearly two hundred kilometers west of Altera, stood one of the strongest level 3 villages in the region.
It was already dark at this time. The torches around the room were flickering, and the shadows casted an eerie glow amongst the people within.
The intimidating man looked at his men. He listened to their reports, looking leisurely and relaxed, but everyone knew he was remembering every detail.
The reports this time had one focus: Determining which territory was most efficient to attack.
Amon had always been warlike in nature. If he didn't commit some major violence in a while, he would feel uncomfortable. At the same time, this was an entirely new world and, for now, even he had to follow rules, including only being able to attack one territory a month, so he planned to choose wisely.
