Hill neither knew nor cared about the Undead's scheming.
He was holed up in his laboratory, studying some flesh-and-blood crystals Oaisis and Triton had given him until his head felt ready to split.
Ever since becoming Legendary, he had rarely done this sort of biological research.
Although Falan had never liked the way he and Adrian neglected certain subjects, as long as they could keep themselves alive and had a solid enough foundation, Falan did not actually insist that they become another version of himself.
They really had Melanie to thank for knocking some sense into Falan... if his own daughter could turn out nothing like him, he could hardly demand more of his student and grandson.
Without Falan breathing down his neck, Hill had naturally followed his inclinations and plunged into the sea of wondrous-item alchemy, never to return.
He was still reasonably competent at brewing potions from the branches, leaves, and fruits of magical plants, but flesh and blood... he truly had not touched those in ages.
Hill stared at the lump of flesh inside the tightly sealed crystal cover, which was extending countless white tendrils toward another piece of flesh in the energy-rich environment... smaller pieces were naturally swallowed outright, but pieces of similar size first fought one another with their tendrils, after which the loser was devoured.
No matter how many times he repeated it, the outcome never changed.
The vitality of the flesh was simply unbelievable.
The only thing that gave him a little relief was that these lumps of flesh actually devoured the already corrupted sea monsters more slowly.
They first needed to assimilate them gradually, reach a certain degree of synchronization, and have a sufficiently powerful energy supply before they began devouring one another.
Unless both conditions were met, these sea beasts ignored