Faerunriel's Perilous Future

"Leave what comes next to you, Liszt." Hill walked toward the Mage Tower. He needed to carefully calculate whom he would need to guard against if he went to Faerûn.

If Waukeen truly dared to strike at him, she could only seek allies among the Evil Alignment. The Neutral Alignment would never offend the World Tree Pantheon over something like this.

Standing on the Floating Elevator, Hill smiled. In the past, upon discovering that he had somehow offended a God, he would certainly have chosen to retreat—either abandoning that place or disappearing from sight and steering clear of that God's sphere of influence.

The world was so vast, the universe so boundless. Why hang himself from a single tree?

But after going through the present Faerunriel world, Hill had confirmed just how strong he truly was. He now dared to face such disputes, and he even dared to say it aloud: It was only a God with Lesser Divine Power. There was nothing to fear.

Even if Waukeen appeared personally and fought Hill directly, he did not think he would lose.

If Waukeen truly dared to vent her anger on Hill, he would surely teach her a harsh lesson.

After all, Waukeen's temples were mainly located in commercial cities, and most such cities stood by the water.

The true centers of continents would only be occupied by the strongest temples. The Temple of Wealth did not have the power to dominate such places. Even in the most commercially prosperous cities, it was already good enough for it to buy itself a decent spot and stay there quietly.

Hill sneered as he looked at his fingers. Did Waukeen think he would definitely fear Ambur, the Ocean Goddess?

Both were Gods with Lesser Divine Power. Whom would Hill fear?

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