William's guess didn't surprise Hill either.
He hadn't thought of it before only because he hadn't known the River Styx could pull off such a bizarre stunt.
After all, not everyone was like Hill, with an especially ancient inheritance and a deeper understanding of these old-timers than most Gods who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years.
If the World Tree hadn't been standing behind him, Hill wouldn't have dared speak so casually... He always felt there were some things the rather detached World Tree wouldn't know about.
Especially certain inexplicable bits of gossip, as well as obscure information related to the Gods themselves.
For example, what the World Tree knew about the River Styx was more likely that he liked to recruit natives from a given world... natives who had to at least be Gods, if not divine offspring... to serve as the River Styx's administrators.
That way, he never had to waste his own time clearing the path for a newly appointed Death God to rise, nor did he need to teach them bit by bit how to deal with the existing Gods.
As for whether they had enemies, the old man didn't care.
After all, a Death God either ended up with a whole pile of enemies, or ignored everyone.
Given enough time, even the most hot-tempered God would become fonder of solitude under the influence of the River Styx's aura.
Naturally, that referred to Death Gods he acknowledged and genuinely entrusted with a Styx Tributary.
Cases like the Twin-Core World, where it couldn't even find a usable God and could only choose a Child of Destiny favored by the World Will, were actually rare for the River Styx.
Yet he still wouldn't choose to promote some human more suited to his own style... Though that