Hill sighed, feeling somewhat conflicted.
With the River Styx involved, this world's future was bound to become extremely complicated.
Just like the gray areas that were always indispensable in all kinds of fantasy novels, light and evil each went their own way, and it all depended on who had the sharper methods and greater strength.
You obeyed whoever ruled the territory you were in. There was no unified government, nor were there unified laws.
Those who never meddled in others' business and those who wanted a hand in everything were the mainstream in worlds like this.
To someone like Hill, the overly neutral River Styx could practically be said to have no bottom line.
As for some powerful figure suddenly emerging later and eventually sweeping across the world... that was basically impossible.
What kind of Child of Destiny would it take to achieve something like that?
With this world's ruined World Will, it would need at least several hundred thousand years before it could pull off something like creating a Child of Destiny again.
And to put it plainly, if a World Will condensed once more after life had appeared, it would inevitably be an will formed from the collective aspirations of all living beings in that world.
In a world where no one had ever imagined or hoped for universal unity, it was impossible for a Child of Destiny carrying such fortune to emerge.
This was actually even more terrifying than Toril.
Even if some force expanded madly after becoming powerful, that kind of expansion was like bandits seizing territory. It was completely different from steadily unifying the world according to a plan.
Thus, this world's future was the kind of chaos anyone could foresee.
Hill did not want to contact those old acquaintances from the past again.
Just