Rather than merge into Toril's darkness, Hill chose to let the moonlight guide his path.
And though it was not the Silver Moon of his own world, Toril's moonlight still gently embraced him.
Selûne was very generous. Perhaps she sensed the Silver Moon Power from another world on Hill's body, because the moonlight practically dragged him through the World Membrane at high speed.
The moment he stepped into the Starry Sky, he felt a sense of danger.
Hill stood motionless within the watery moonlight. The disturbance caused by his departure from the World Membrane had attracted some monsters from the void.
These bizarre creatures searched around where Hill had emerged for a while. Unable to find Hill, who had nearly blended into the moonlight, they left directly.
Hill stood there expressionlessly, but he had actually been a little frightened. Why would a Nature Wraith appear in a place like this?
That decayed, illusory tree-shaped creature made Hill, so deeply favored by nature, feel cold all over.
That was the fate of Nature Spirits after their world had been devoured by the Bottomless Abyss.
And only the most powerful Nature Spirits could transform into wraiths. The rest would simply be devoured by the strong.
If Telashir had not been saved, its fate might have been even more miserable.
Hill silently warned himself to always remember the terror of the Abyss and never think he could fight it alone.
He was not afraid of this Nature Wraith, but the true body of such a creature was actually in the Abyss. Even if it was killed, it would revive again.
And it would forever remember the aura of whoever killed it, spending endless time searching for them, always ready to launch a surprise attack and attempt to possess its enemy.
This was their