The Undead's nonstop battle finally came to a temporary end, and the outcome was wonderful... Commander Xue Yunfeng, who had sworn he would settle accounts with those hopelessly clumsy players once the fighting was over, fell completely silent.
Even the cleanup was handled by the leaders of other guilds.
In the end, they decided to rest in the cavern for a day. No one could expect the Undead to set off on a forced march right after such an intense battle.
That went for the big guilds too. None of their leaders could make such a harsh demand of their members.
The Undead guild leaders dragged the Mage commander, carriage and all, into a corner. He had been hiding inside the Alchemical Carriage, refusing to face reality. They spread out a map at least eight meters square and gathered around it, pointing things out to one another.
They were probably looking for a place to establish their first resurrection point. The cavern was a decent size, but William would never let them set up camp so close by.
Hill studied the map. He could tell how it had been made: moonlight had first been woven into long threads, then coated with Spatial Crystals ground into dust almost invisible to the naked eye, before being worked by a god skilled at making three-dimensional maps... Hm?
Had William woven it himself?
Hill knew there was only the slightest chance, but the thought still made him smile.
He guessed William had a sunlight map as well, one made specifically for the surface world... Both, of course, came from those two back in Telashir.
Anyone who learned about Toril's Moon Goddess and Sun God, then looked back at their counterparts in Telashir, would feel sincerely grateful for fate's generosity.
Hill did have one small