One after another, the members of the Mistwalker Tribe collapsed to the ground under the influence of Moon Sovereign Transformation.
William continued walking deeper into the settlement at an unhurried pace.
The tribal settlement was roughly the size of a medium-sized village and housed several thousand residents. Wooden huts stood in organized clusters, connected by dirt paths that wound between the structures. Small fires burned throughout the settlement, and the scent of damp earth lingered heavily in the air due to the nearby swamps.
Under normal circumstances, entering a place like this without permission would have been impossible. However, the scale of William's emotional manipulation made such concerns irrelevant.
The sphere of influence of his ability covered the entire settlement. Any thoughts of resistance that arose within the tribesmen were immediately drowned beneath the overwhelming dread that pressed upon their minds.
