Vera Was No Ordinary Fairy

With Valkur, the god of sailors and naval warfare, around, Toril's seas would not be left without a Sea God. Hill thought they might as well get rid of Umberlee!

He truly could not understand how a useless god like Umberlee thought she was qualified to take part in a clash at this level.

Winter's Ring might not be able to kill Waukeen or Malar, but Umberlee was in the sea. Even if Hill suffered the worst luck imaginable, he could still take her down first.

And wasn't Umberlee afraid that if something happened to Hill, Aglaia would come after her with everything she had?

"Why are you so determined to get yourself killed, Umberlee?" Hill asked with a sigh. "If anything happens to me, you'll suffer the most. Aglaia would stay on Toril forever if that was what it took to kill you."

"Ha!" Umberlee, who had been struggling desperately, went still. "Even if she has no intention of fighting me for dominion over the sea, no one will worship me as long as she's here!

"Violence... has lost its power.

"Countless shores are praying for your precious Aglaia to appear. My dominion over the ocean is already slipping away!

"So of course I'll choose to make her suffer!

"Let's see whether she can still be kind to the world that buried someone she loves!"

Hill ignored the malice she bore toward Aglaia and himself. Her impotent rage could not hurt him in the slightest.

He merely asked the seaweed-haired figure inside the ice, a little surprised, "Can't you give up violence? As things stand, you could spend decades, even a century, changing your ways and finding people who'll worship you again!

"Aglaia always thought you'd start over with Toril's islanders and restore worship of the Nearshore Goddess.

"With