However, even if he doesn’t like watching, the screen in front of him began to play the ancient and unchanging love story... The male lead wavers between the delicate and charming first female lead and the beautiful and passionate, bold second female lead.
In kinder words, it’s about choosing between a white rose and a red rose, but bluntly, it’s wanting to have his cake and eat it too while not daring to admit it.
As Heim’s face showed increasing struggle, the onlookers remained indifferent... In theory, such a scoundrel’s reaction should be condemned.
But when thinking of the person causing his struggle, there seed to be a hint of sympathy.
However, after watching a bit more, the sympathy fades away... Shuni is understandable; at least her love appears to have reason and cause.
eting on the sea in escape, relying on each other during a dangerous journey... Whether real or not, at least it’s the usual tale of hero and beauty.
But Cyric’s Rouge Mark girl initially presented herself as the bad woman who targets her best friend’s love interest.
Though it eventually turned into a woman’s war due to Shuni’s cooperation, no one believes Heim couldn’t see through it.
Yet, he was still imrsed in the happiness of being fought over by beauties, seemingly the only agony was whom to choose.
So Hill sneered at the inevitable painful choice he faced in the future, sincerely wishing him and his Rouge Mark girl a happy ending.
Fortunately, the Archmage of Harua saved Hill’s increasingly sore teeth.
Compared to the nearby two groups who initially intended to take advantage, now watching their local Main God fall in love, the Heim followers and Shadow Thiefs even presented a more dismal look than Hill, at least the Mages were fearless, with clear goals.
The Archmage of Harua and the Archmages from the Anmur Twin Towers simultaneously began excavating the Fla Mountain Range.
The female mages they brought from Quel Senta stayed safely on the White Sailed Ship, or perhaps, unknown processes elevated them directly to the verge of the transcendent, flying with the mages of the Twin Towers... Considering the bizarre experints in the Sorcerer’s Magic Towers in the swamp, such rapid growth isn’t surprising.
It rely cuts off the future path.
Generally speaking, Shuni followers rarely ascend to the transcendent relying solely on their own power... Shuni’s powerful Divine Power is still quite trustworthy at this point.
As long as the followers complete the mission of her Church of Love and Beauty, promoting her faith, Shuni is usually generous.
In this world, not many can ascend to the transcendent relying on their own power... That’s the resonance of body and soul, not sothing that stacking attributes can achieve.
Don’t look at how many people ascend to the transcendent through multiple professions... Even having multiple professions cos with requirents, often more demanding than the main profession, impossible without inherent talents.
However, as long as the Twin Towers can control a path that reaches the critical point instantly, allowing more ti to pursue the remaining 1, even if now hunted by the Followers of the Night, they won’t end up with nowhere to escape.
Those wanting their family or even kingdom to last for millennia aren’t few.
So, surely there must be a very obvious flaw: If it’s not obvious, tricking everywhere would be their choice.
Compared to the many blindly greedy Great Nobility of Ferun Great Land, coming to the Fla Mountain Range for one last gamble is their only choice left.
But those mages fly quite high, quite far from photographer Aishdo... The protagonists of the soap opera still understand the concept of maintaining distance from the explosion point.
Hill thought it understandable, Shuni and Cyric might not care about a cataclysmic plot brewing nearby, but Heim should maintain so dignity.
Even if he’s waiting for the outco, it’s best not to let the whole world see his eager face.
This doesn’t bode well for Hill’s observation.
Even if his eyesight is good, the distance still makes his view sowhat blurry... Although feeling sothing amiss.
"Shaer!" Celene also noticed that girl, "Don’t always focus on shooting Shuni and the group! What’s so interesting about the ssy love drama all over?
tsk, I almost thought I was back at Shuni’s love cottage!
The Mist fragnt the Twin Towers brought seems strange, just sitting there motionless!
Shoot her!"
Hill imdiately realized what felt off.
So much ti had passed... Although the Twin Towers used puppets and odd artifacts for digging, the mages flying above occasionally communicated, even those not speaking would change positions, or brush a hand through their hair.
Only that female Mage from Quel Senta, after posing gracefully, never changed her position!
Though the wind was constantly blowing her white robe in the air, Hill was still annoyed at himself for overlooking such obvious abnormality.
In these days on Toril, his ticulous observation habit had dulled a bit.
Hill quietly lowered his eyes, reminding himself not to repeat mistakes... Rather be blind or disgusted than lose observation of the outside world.
The diligent photographer’s cara panned around and quickly jumped away.
Before leaving, she glanced wistfully at her original position... A spot where one could clearly capture the love triangle and fit the group on the Fla Mountain Range into the lens isn’t easily found.
The reason her reluctance was evident is because she placed a fixed lens there... William really spared no effort this ti.
The giant screen soon opened to the second page.
This ti, the photographer positioned himself in a crevice at the crater of the volcano... Regardless of how high the Sun rose, the shadow in this crevice remained unaffected.
And the operation, clearly under everyone’s noses, went unnoticed by anyone... including the very cautious Cyric.
In so sense, Shaer, who completely reclaid the Shadow Realm, was much stronger than she used to be, even without annexing Mask.
The photographer, settled in, slowly pulled the lens back, and the face of the Quel Senta female mage appeared clearly before him.
It was a face as pale as bones, covered with fine blue veins.
The color contrast was too stark, and at first glance, it was genuinely a bit frightening.
Her once charming and frivolous big eyes had also turned a pale color, accentuated by dark, bluish under-eye bags, evoking only a sense of horror.
"My God!" Celene couldn’t help but exclaim, "She used to be a standard Shuni Follower!"
For a Shuni Follower, who madly pursued beauty, to be turned into what she was now and remain unmoved... the Quel Senta female mage must be either blind or insane.
"Her eyes are moving, occasionally looking at people.
She shouldn’t be blind," Hill said softly.
"The result of sacrificing life’s vitality and part of her soul," Shaer stated indifferently.
"Did her soul rge with a stronger one, and is that why she advanced so quickly?" Lansendel asked seriously.
"It seems so," Celene answered with equal seriousness.
"Shaer." Lansendel turned to look at the Lady of the Night, "If your Abert continues to play around, I’m going to have soone intervene!
Such soul experints must not spread!
Powerful souls are easy targets... the most easily found are our followers, especially the Chosen?
Even demigods are in danger.
Lions doze sotis; who doesn’t have friends or family?
We can’t let the Twin Towers’ people leave Chult alive!"
"I understand," Shaer nodded, "I’ll inform William, and the Undead Tribe must destroy all the sorcerer’s notes they took.
Luckily... it was the Undead Tribe that went; they’re not interested in these things.
The information they provided the mages only concerned animal and beastman experints... What a damn nuisance!
Always creating trouble for others."
Even Shaer doesn’t want her followers to die from such disgusting matters.
Hill silently watched as the three powerful divine forces swiftly took action... Sorcerers, indeed, always start with the soul; animals, including young dragons, could never satisfy their needs.
They always want to strengthen themselves effortlessly.
And people are forever drawn to these treacherous paths paved with others’ blood and tears... At first, they wouldn’t directly target the Chosen of the gods, but... there’s always a ’but.’
In a world where the gods dare to be targeted under sufficient profit, what could the Chosen amount to?
World-wise deities, once they confird the thod by which the Twin Towers created this Mystra soul carrier, imdiately foresaw the terrifying future that would inevitably arise if allowed to develop unchecked.
Those Anmur sorcerers who were caught, those whose reds turned black were executed on the spot, so with yellow nas, or with slightly red nas are currently confined in small rooms experiencing the baptism of oil paintings.
As long as the Undead Tribe queries them daily about the content and thods of those soul experints, basically, any secrets spreading from them can be cut off.
But... the Twin Towers are different.
Abert has been encircling for so long, and now such a team has erged... Although it’s possible she released them deliberately, who knows if anyone left halfway?
Shaer and Lansendel should be concerned about this point.
"There’s no need for you to be so worried either," Celene whispered softly, "First, go to Hell Gate Fortress or Abyssal Gate and have a look.
So of the materials for these experints must co from those two places, Toril doesn’t have them.
Although sowhat amusing, Shaer, are there any dark paths leading to the Abyss and Hell you don’t know about?"
Shaer lightly shook her head, "Although I’m aware, the Underdark isn’t entirely a place I can access."
"Knowing the location is good enough," Lansendel laughed, "Even without the help of the Undead, can’t we directly dispatch the Chosen?
We just didn’t want to trigger a God War before... but now, no one will make a move, including Bane."
Hill understood the deeper reason is that the sorcerers had already reached into the realm of the gods.
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