The moonlight that Celene transformed into gradually dimmed... It seems that this Maiden of the Moon cannot move freely in Toril as easily, possibly having only this one avatar to use, not to mention the considerable divine power consumed.
Hill sighed quietly and walked towards his study... Fortunately, he had a good mindset and never planned to create any trouble in Toril... Otherwise, with all these deities coming to Agleya one after another, he would have failed a million times.
When the Undead Tribe returned to the Hidden Town, Vila was still bargaining with the Temporal Artifact, while Hill stood with Fran before the half-plane within Purwell, waiting for that last minute... The power of life surged within Purwell, and the various flowers planted by the Little Fairy in the small flower beds inside the Otherworldly Whale bloomed splendidly... Blossoms and withers formed seeds, seeming to cycle through several springs and autumns within the span of a minute.
