Hill had always felt that moons were difficult to portray, especially in murals of this scale.
If he failed to capture that elusive charm, the moon would be nothing more than a round disc hanging high above, hard to notice.
And when the scene below was filled with vivid colors and striking figures, it would be even easier to overlook.
But in the Multiverse, pouring too much emotion into a moon was never a good thing.
Even Hill tried his best to avoid depicting any moons other than Telashir's Silver Moon and Toril's Silver Moon.
That way, even if his overly lifelike portrayals occasionally caught the attention of the Silver Moon Goddesses, neither of them would take it too seriously.
But not every world's Silver Moon was so detached and carefree.
For example, the moon in this world... if one depicted that bright moon after Glasya had already taken control of part of its divine authority, it would be easy to earn a startled glance from the succubus queen.
Fortunately, the Mages of this world did not care much for art.
Only now did Hill truly understand how much bloodshed and how many brilliant talents had been sacrificed to make humanity completely abandon artistic imagination and focus solely on arts and crafts.
Mages had originally been divided into two schools: the rational type and the perceptive type.
But perceptive Mages generally tended to possess artistic talents.
For people like that to be forced to completely suppress those talents... was that why a child of destiny like Gilbert could only end up with the most suitable talent of being a skilled craftsman?
Hill felt somewhat helpless, but he also gained a deeper realization... no matter how terrifying an end this world had reached, it was still striving to find a path