Hill wisely kept silent... Let Selûne think he had not understood the meaning behind her words...
He felt that Selûne might not necessarily think she had performed poorly as Vitrashire's Silver Moon Goddess... Whether people or Gods, they always unconsciously beautified themselves.
The Undead had reached their rest period again. A small number of those who still had energy began their routine construction tasks, while most rushed into their family-exclusive Alchemy Huts, presumably logging off to rest.
Hill picked up his book and decided to return to the study. Following the Undead's usual style, if no one controlled the giant screen now, it would randomly play exciting moments from some time ago... What the Undead found exciting was not necessarily something Hill wanted to watch.
However, a certain eternal young girl might be interested instead... Her standards for what was disgusting were quite different from those of normal people, so Hill did not intend to meddle.
Standing before the study window, Hill looked toward the Hidden Forest in the northeast. More and more people and things connected to Midnight were appearing... It seemed that not only did Amaunator intend to return while Mystra was absent from the stage, but even Myrkul wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to stir up trouble.
Most importantly, the Horned Crown had clearly been preparing for this for a very long time.
Hill had actually wanted to ask Selûne whether Toril's Gods had long anticipated that Midnight would one day end up like this... But he still had his reason and decided to observe a while longer.
That moon maiden insisted on idling in his Aglaia, and Hill did not think she cared all that much about the Underdark... Though Selûne and Shar looked irreconcilably opposed, there was clearly still some tacit understanding between