The Water Elemental Lord received the Divine Arts he wanted and no longer cared, happily leaving Hill who dared not eavesdrop on his gossip.
The Abyss and the Elemental Realm have always been at odds, and the Water Elemental Lord certainly didn't want to come down and let the Undead Tribe take all the heads.
Hill silently concentrated and reminded himself in his heart not to be too curious, as he was not yet Legendary.
Time flew by, and in a little while, most of the players had already gathered.
Perhaps because most of them had already jumped down, they began to rebuild the ice cap above their heads.
Hill communicated with the Beech and was gently sent to a large tree with the best view, settling into a small space formed by the topmost branches.
Suddenly, Snow Cloud Peak came sneaking over, "Mr. Hill, where are you? Can you make it so others can't hear us?"
