As soon as Hill returned to Toril, he would inevitably face a vast, silent net that blotted out the sky.
Even if he noticed something was wrong, as long as he cherished his friends and still had kindness in his heart, it would be difficult for him to tear that net apart.
To the left were friends who might lose their lives the moment they stepped out. Hill would never allow that to happen.
But if he wanted to go right, he would find countless innocents there... including kind Gods with whom he had once been acquainted.
A net above, a web below.
The best way to break the deadlock would be to become the master of the earth... and get rid of Chauntea.
If it were other Gods, even if they killed the Earth Goddess of Toril, they would have no way of taking over her divine portfolio.
But Hill, who could practically be called one of the Children of the Earth, would have no such problem.
He could even bring Toril's Underdark, even the deeper Underdark, under his control.
The only one who could stop him was Shar.
But having discovered what had happened, Shar would inevitably feel somewhat guilty toward her lover. Under normal circumstances, she would give way a little.
Even in the worst-case scenario, Hill would at least be able to control the shallow underground regions connected to the Underdark, areas that had long been exploited by all kinds of evil races and forces.
Just thinking about it, Hill could feel how important he was.
Come to think of it, Hill could also guess why Ao had taken an interest in him again.
After passing through Oaises, his control over the earth had actually grown much stronger.
He had understood that the moment he arrived