Hill said angrily, "How could the undead ever reach the walls of my city—Aglaia's city—unless I were dead?
And what were all the countries they passed through doing?
How could none of them know a thing?"
The city bore the name of Aglaia, the Sea God, and had her blessing over its waters from the start.
After all, without a god's permission, you could not even dig the foundations for a city in their name. Anyone who tried would probably be struck dead by lightning.
As the city's lord, Hill had also given it a portion of his power. Aglaia City thus possessed some of the power of nature and water from its founding, both of which could do enormous harm to the undead.
That was why Hill had not been worried.
Unless Bane intervened himself, the most Sanlinta could do was send a few high-level thieves and assassins into the city. The undead and the Elven City Guard might have a hectic time, but nothing disastrous would happen.
And when would Bane have the time? Tempus, the Battle God, was still hunting him down!
What Hill truly could not understand was who had helped the Zhentarim conceal their movements all along the way. So much time, so many corpses, so many cities and countries—how could there have been no word at all?
Yet this enormous host of undead had appeared outside Aglaia City without warning. That was not something just any Greater Divine Power could manage.
There were countless temples and intelligence organizations in the countries along their route!
Hill could not help glancing back at the Harpers Building. Then he shook his head and dismissed the suspicion.
The hatred between the Harpers and the Zhentarim could never end. It was not merely a difference in allegiance between Bane