Falan studied Hill carefully.
Hill had always been fiercely protective of family and friends, so his first instinct was to exclude Falan from the battle.
He could understand Hill's lack of confidence in his strength. After spending so long around Toril's absolute top combatants, Hill probably found it difficult to judge where the mainstream level of power in this world truly lay.
After all, even when Hill saw Umberlee, he considered her a weakling.
But Falan had observed the Ocean Goddess in battle. If it had been Telashir, she could at least have traded blows with the God of Nobles, and she was far stronger than that Love Goddess!
Still, Hill had indeed grown much stronger during the years he had spent away from Telashir... Telashir had given him exceptional talent, but it also seemed to have limited him.
But Falan smiled softly and raised a hand to pat the back of his grandson's head as he acted cute. Had Falan, after wandering the Starry Sky for so long, remained the same person he had once been?
As long as a Mage had a direction to advance in, becoming stronger only required energy and time... and the Astral Plane lacked neither.
That was why he had directly brought out his Myriad Laws Orb.
He knew that although Hill had somewhat moved beyond the normal horizons of Mages, he would at least not make mistakes in alchemy.
Anyone who examined it closely could tell that as long as Falan continued down his current path, the Myriad Laws Orb would sooner or later become something beyond a High-Tier Divine Artifact.
After all, even though they knew perfectly well that his Myriad Laws Orb depended on his soul and Mental Sea, back in Abeir, those dragons and so-called Primordials had still rushed to