Hill did not know how the Goddess of the Silvermoon would treat this clan after she fully awakened.
He truly was not sure whether the Goddess could forgive the Moon Elves.
After all, the Goddess of the Hunt had done so many foolish things and then let Hill, a Nature Warlock, nurture this Moon Tree.
When the Goddess of the Silvermoon's consciousness blessed Hill, the seed had already entered the oak; perhaps it was not detected because of that?
Hill really did not understand how the Goddess of the Hunt could have virtually no faith in the Moon Goddess.
Looking at the loyalty of the Wolf Tribe, it would be all too normal for Silvermoon to abandon the Moon Elves.
Hill had not planned on asking for any help; the Moon Elves could only wait for their destiny!
Hill's mind was filled with myriad thoughts; however, he had been under so much strain lately that once he finally lay down in his familiar bed, despite wanting to ponder more matters, he slowly drifted off to sleep.
