Ronan's call came to an end, and a rustling sound emerged from the misty Moon Tree Forest, as several figures appeared before him.
These people were covered in glowing patterns made with Moon Tree Juice, blending seamlessly with the environment, almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.
"Wuda mi wu..."
The one in the lead approached with caution, uttering a native dialect similar to what Ronan had spoken earlier.
"Wuda."
Ronan responded simply and refrained from speaking further.
Because that was all Ewaqu had taught him.
The natives drawn by Ronan's call huddled together to whisper before quickly turning to leave, leaving only one of them to watch over him and Molli'er.
Ronan extended his spiritual power towards the departing natives, tracing it deep into the Moon Forest where it didn't take long to discover a primitive tribe. Ordinary mortals came and went within the tribe, but a Rune Formation's power enveloped the entire perimeter, most likely the handiwork of Ewaqu.
