Hill was stunned for a while. He had no idea how to evaluate what he was seeing and hearing.
He would never take the initiative to cause trouble for Umberlee, nor had he ever considered having the Undead do anything to Toril's Ocean Goddess... But if she came looking for trouble herself, he wouldn't care.
At worst, they could just fight! So what if a fully powered Lord of Storms showed up?
Although Hill had never liked pointless battles, he had never feared them either... A Mage who could keep walking upright through a bone-cutting wind had never feared pain or death.
When he first went up against Waukeen, he had actually been nervous inside. After all, he hadn't been able to determine what level of combat power he possessed in Toril.
But once things had reached that point, how could he retreat?
Aglaia's peaceful days had begun with him fighting for them through overwhelming combat power... It was true that his backers and friends had continued to grow more numerous and powerful with time.
But if he hadn't displayed matching ability, it would have been impossible for him to have so many friends.
As for backers, they were always useful only after the fact.
Didn't the many slain divine children of Toril prove that?
At most, a backer could avenge him later. If the other side happened to have a powerful backer as well, an apology and compensation might settle the matter.
People could always rely only on themselves.
The Undead's magic ship had already brought out the magic cannons and giant crossbows hidden beneath the deck. After being taught a lesson, Elvia had also been stuffed into the largest cabin by the Undead together with Edna and the others.
Only the Undead stood on the deck, heads held