Alice's Letter and Gifts

A surge of divine power came from outside. Hill put away William's letter and stepped onto the terrace.

With Martha's help, Lynn had already activated the God of Space-Time's control core. Streams of golden light spread through the town.

They had only bypassed the two temples and the Harpers' building.

Aglaia had yielded even more authority. Aside from her own main temple, she had handed over management of the outer plaza, including the two small houses where passersby could stay overnight.

She had probably considered that any place Faerûn's people could enter freely was unsuitable for barring the Undead. She might as well hand surveillance over to the God of Space-Time. Aglaia had no interest in personally dealing with farces that could erupt at any moment.

This was also a method commonly used by allies of the Space-Time Pantheon. They could not stop the Undead from appearing near their temples, but they could let the God of Space-Time directly deal with their violations.

No one wanted to personally supervise the Undead's behavior. That required more than patience; more importantly, it required enough sanity.

Even the Silver Moon Goddess, who was most interested in the Undead, had obediently kept her distance.

Hill could quite understand why Lynn did not care at all about having his authority divided. He absolutely would not want to manage a group of Elves capable of mingling with the terrifying seraphim Lynn always talked about.

Lynn's thoughts were not nearly as simple as Hill imagined. After listening to Martha, he had become genuinely interested in this core that could help manage a city.

He had known it! Telashir had so many laws and regulations that even people with excellent memories would get headaches. How could ordinary people possibly remember them all?

So there was such a good