Hill's expression shifted. So from now on, the Toril Gods could influence the world again.
They probably still could not descend directly as they had in the past, but they could communicate with their followers and even send small objects into the Prime Material Plane.
That was good enough. At least some places would have room to breathe.
He wondered whether things would improve in Neverwinter, where the fighting had been fierce. Fortunately, Tyr's Priests were warriors. Most were also Paladins, and even without divine spells, they could fight on the front lines.
More than Tyr's aid, they needed to feel his presence. He was what kept them going.
As for healing, they could use Holy Water. Every so often, Holy Knights from the Silver Shield rode Pegasi to the Temple of Aglaia to fill a few flasks.
Tyr's Holy Knights were battle-hardened and had none of that misplaced pride. They would never refuse Holy Water made by another god.
At a time like this, they were lucky to have anything they could use.
After all, fighting had broken out elsewhere across Faerûn too. Ambitious people wanted to make their moves while the gods were occupied, but they had not been so fortunate. The price of healing potions had soared across the continent.
Thinking of Faerûn in chaos, Hill asked William softly, "If I plant the tree, can the Undead come over right away?"
William gave him a definite answer. "Yes. The spatial passage can already be opened; it's just a little unstable. Corellon said the tree might not look very different from other trees, but it's actually a wondrous manifestation of Space Law.
"He acquired it while traveling through another universe. Even the World Tree considers it a rare find.
"The seedling sprouted and grew in Telashir. Once it