Hill did not even have time to worry about giving himself away... after all, he had completely failed to control his expression, and it had to look extremely strange.
It was only after flipping through more than a dozen pages that he gradually remembered that the Undead had told stories about the Eighteen Levels of Hell as well.
They had thought of that back when Telashir had no Underworld.
But after arriving in Telashir, they had seen the interesting side of that thunderbolt-from-a-clear-sky Death God of Toril because of Edna's Path of Fate... especially after Edna gave the flowerpot growing Midnight to Kelemvor. The Undead had constantly compared the Underworld legends from their own world with Toril's, while heavily criticizing Toril's damned River Styx.
After all, aside from the area near Kelemvor's Crystal Spire, the River Styx region of Toril's Underworld was hardly safe anywhere else.
Kelemvor was fair to Undead Spirits, but that did not stop him from letting Devils into the River Styx to deal with Demons.
But then again, Kelemvor was not the one who had allowed Demons to massively invade the City of the Dead.
All his years of dutiful work had not been enough to patch up the enormous hole the Dead Three and Cyric had recklessly torn open in the past.
When Jergal gave Cyric, that endlessly troublesome fellow, one final kick out the door, he did not even care about the trouble Ao would later dump back on him after taking over Cyric completely. Wasn't that because Cyric had practically been dancing on Jergal's bottom line?
Otherwise, he would not have favored Kelemvor so much.
What he wanted in his heart were Death Gods like Bane and Cyric, who could drive Ao crazy, but reality had forced him to accept that although he