Gaia's earth-shattering explosion stirred up a small commotion among Hill's neighbors, who had been quiet for a long time.
The immense wails of men and women reached Hill's Mage Tower even from such a great distance.
But Hill did not find it noisy at all this time. Instead, he felt a little sympathetic.
After all, they had evacuated in a hurry back then. Who knew how many beloved possessions, even valuable treasures, they had left behind in that manor?
Oaises had almost no way to send things down from the Upper Realm, but there were ways to send things up.
It would just take some time, and they needed people of their own down there.
Although the Ismail Family's bloodline descendants had almost all moved up here for certain reasons, some loyal students and subordinates had temporarily remained in Damboro.
No one was stupid. They had to leave some people behind to watch how things developed... anyone could guess that the Upper Realm's old residents would never welcome such a massive migration.
Especially since everyone else who had made it up here had broken through countless restraints, endured endless suffering, and gone through untold hardships before earning the World Lord's recognition... though, of course, some genius Mages had surely risen because their abilities were simply too strong.
But would people like that think highly of the little Ismails who had been sent wholesale to the Upper Realm merely because their fathers enjoyed the favor of Gods?
They naturally understood that Grand Sage Ismail's contributions to this world were enough to allow him to shelter his entire family, but there was a vast difference between sheltering someone and letting their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven with them.
Given the prospect of certain exclusion and hostility, combined with the fact that