The only people Hill truly cared about were the Justice Knights. He did not want people he respected to die in some pointless political struggle.
There was nothing wrong with Neverwinter shifting from divine rule to the Arcanists' camp. But did it have to use such despicable means? The Justice Knights had protected them for over a thousand years.
Tyr's fall had been caused in large part by the tragic corruption of the Justice Knights in Neverwinter during the Spellplague. The god of justice had risked damage to his soul to break through the World Membrane and descend to save his loyal knights.
The Silver Shield Knights and their loved ones had all died in Neverwinter.
In the end, Tyr had brought back only some of their souls. The rest would rather fall into the Bottomless Abyss than forgive Neverwinter.
Neverwinter had survived the Spellplague in good shape by betraying the Holy Knights. But later, after the world returned to normal and Tyr had fallen, the mountains beneath the city suddenly connected to the earth's veins and became an erupting supervolcano. The entire city was destroyed, and the Prince of Bane's bloodline ended for good.
It sounded like simple bad luck... but Hill had examined the mountains around Neverwinter. They were not volcanic, nor were they connected to the earth's veins.
Apparently, even after falling and becoming demons, the Holy Knights still knew how to persevere and wait.
It might have sounded like a satisfying tale of evil getting its due, but the misery that came before it... Hill doubted anyone in their right mind would want to see that. Especially when he knew those people and got along well with them.
The Silver Knights had been stationed in Aglaia City for so long, yet they had never meddled in