Hill had always found the God of Nobles' eagerness during the White Wolf God's disaster understandable. But the Elven God-King, who had never cared much for Telashir, had worked just as hard. That was baffling.
He had never believed that hurting someone had to benefit you, but there had to be some connection, right?
They said it was to prevent the Earth Goddess and Silver Moon Goddess from returning, but Hill had always found that explanation strained. The White Wolf God simply hadn't shown enough power to warrant it.
His younger brother, the Silver Moon Wolf God, whom he had kept hidden, was the real trump card. Yet outsiders knew nothing about him. Even the Goddess of Springwater, sister to his wife, the Goddess of Lakewater, had been kept in the dark.
The Hunting Goddess had said that the Moon Elves' Lord had worked especially hard that time at Wistalia's request. Granted, her perspective was always a little skewed. She hadn't realized that the God of Nobles had his own agenda rather than falling for the Moon Elves' Lord, or understood why the Moon Elves' Lord had done something that would only damage her reputation while claiming it was for her own good.
So the Elven God-King had worked so eagerly to pry open Telashir's unusually tightly sealed Crystal Sphere Wall and bring in an Elven Fleet wandering outside?
A World Tree that could become a ship could carry so many Elves because pureblood Elves could return to their fruit forms for a time and hang from its branches again. As long as the World Tree lived, it was little more than a nap for them.
But even that had a limit: five hundred years at most. Elves of lesser bloodlines had to wake after two hundred years, and they