If Selûne was naturally restless... then even Hill, battle-hardened and born into a certain corporation, found it unbearably painful to listen to, which proved just how antiquated, formulaic, and long-winded Amaunator's way of speaking was.
Even while watching the wonderfully dramatic play within a play unfolding in Olympia, Hill kept zoning out and sinking into his own thoughts because that droning buzz was simply too maddening.
He had thought that after enduring the Fairies' unreasonable pestering and endless nonsense, he could withstand any verbal assault... but he had still been defeated by Amaunator.
Selûne and Shar, on the other hand, felt nothing about it.
As expected, having dealt with someone for tens of thousands of years was completely different from Hill's so-called decade-plus of painful torment.
Not to mention Selûne—even Lathander, standing opposite Amaunator, merely looked a little annoyed.
He did not even try to stop Amaunator... though that might have had something to do with his attention being focused on Mount Celestia.
Hill felt that Lathander's gaze was a little unfocused, and his replies to Amaunator were especially brief, sounding more like repeated filler words and particles.
In any case, Amaunator was only stalling for time... Though Hill had no idea what he wanted, since Lathander had chosen to cooperate, he did not pay much attention to it.
Hill could tell that all of them were waiting for Styx Will's next move.
Although this world's peculiar nature had made Lathander, Selûne, and even the tempted Amaunator lose interest, they had still put in their effort.
Not to mention that behind Lathander's Chosen stood the Mages of the Defense Tower!
Given Lathander's character, he would never let his Chosen work so hard for so many years, only to leave empty-handed.
The River Styx either had to surrender part of its