Hill indeed wanted to move a bit.
Although he didn't know why Talos had such a strong presence in the chaos of Teraxil's Magical Beasts... even stronger than that of Geush, God of Orcs, he wasn't really concerned. As long as he knew the enemy's identity, why bother about who exactly it was?
Looking at it now, the Magicplague occurring ten years earlier might not be a bad thing for him.
Even though it caught him off guard, as he had been prepared to leave during the original incident in Ferun Calendar 1385, at this moment, it gave him the best opportunity... for personal revenge.
Hill gently closed his eyes.
His love for Teraxil might grow deeper with the awakening of the Goddess of the Earth, yet Hill did not strongly resist this affection.
The homeland in his heart was already an unattainable dream.
And within Hill's nature, he still did not wish to be a wandering leaf carried away by the wind... he hoped that he could return to his roots.
