Edna smiled helplessly. The relationships between the Undead were always tangled and complicated, so she could never figure out what was going on.
At times like this, smart people only needed to stay silent. They would sort things out themselves, after all.
Finally calming down, Nanfeng stared at the sea below. "Edna, are we leaving Aglaia's domain?"
"Hm?" Edna looked at him in surprise, then lowered her head to examine the sea. The surface was not exactly calm, and the waves surged high into the air, but the seawater looked exceptionally pure.
The sea that Umberlee had once ruled... did indeed seem to lack this feeling that instantly lifted one's spirits.
Back then, the sea had always been gloomy, carrying a hint of danger... Otherwise, the Shining Sea, whose seabed could be seen at a glance, would not have become world-famous.
She suddenly looked up into the distance. There did indeed seem to be a distinct boundary line there.
Edna tilted her head and said regretfully, "Aglaia really doesn't seem to have any intention of actively spreading her name across Toril!
"Otherwise, after all this time, how could Umberlee still have the strength to catch her breath?"
"Weren't those carefree days in Telashir nice?" Nanfeng, behind her, could not help complaining. "Which great god would come to Toril to suffer? Is the Path of Fate easy to walk, or does Rose not stink?
"I wonder if the Toril Gods will be smoked to death when they hold meetings in that Pantheon of theirs."
"Rose doesn't count as a Toril god!" Edna said quickly. "Corellon wouldn't go to that Starry Sky Hall either. They only discuss matters related to Toril itself there.
"The Elves have no interest in any of this."
Edna knew very well that when an Undead came up