Hill was stunned for a moment; he didn't know how to evaluate what he was seeing and hearing now.
He wouldn't actively seek trouble with Ambori, nor had he ever thought of letting the Undead Tribe do anything to this Goddess of the Toril Ocean... but if the other party jumped out to cause trouble, he wouldn't mind.
At worst, just fight! Even if the Storm God came in full form, so what?
Though Hill had always disliked meaningless battles, he never feared combat... a mage who could walk upright against the bone-cutting wind was never afraid of pain and death.
When he first faced Valkin, he actually felt apprehensive, after all, at that time he couldn't confirm his combat strength level in Toril.
But when confronted, how could he retreat?
Agleya's current peaceful days all began with his powerful combat strength... Indeed, over time, his allies and friends increased, getting stronger and stronger.
