Hill looked at the giant screen in slight confusion.
The Styx Will probably did not care about the mess between Lathander and Amaunator, but... Ao, standing behind them, definitely did.
Just like Aislin, who was slowly being shaped into form. She still looked the same, but Hill could tell from the gradually changing sheen of her skin that she had become a true tool.
The River Styx's methods truly were marvelous.
Hill could not see at all how he had done it.
If not for Hill's precise ability to judge materials, such a change would have been very difficult to detect.
Amaunator and Lathander had already started fighting, though they were mainly trading barbs, and neither of them had obviously noticed anything.
Wait, had Lathander really failed to notice?
Hill considered it... Given that fellow's ability to make magical items, as well as his sensitivity, he should not have been completely unaware.
Even Selûne, who seemed to be waving her arms around to cheer Lathander on and shouting, "Hit him in the face," might not have missed everything.
After all, it was thanks to her that Aislin's body could retain human vitality.
These Toril Gods who had lived long and well were all masters at playing dumb.
Of course, that was only when their interests had not been harmed... Lathander might also have realized that Ao's purpose was not to make Cyric notice this world and then lend Amaunator a hand.
Rather, he wanted Lathander and Selûne to keep their attention away from Mount Celestia.
No, Hill seriously went back and recalled everything from the beginning... Ao had made two preparations.
Whether the objective on Mount Celestia was achieved, or Toril was plunged into the Twin Suns Crisis, either outcome was acceptable to him.
That was why he had acted