Hill resisted the urge to turn around and look at the Moonlight Pool, merely nodding with gratitude.
So, could this be some sort of evil artifact?
How did it end up in the hands of a bunch of not-so-intelligent undead... Artifacts always have intelligence! And they are all proud and arrogant.
Hill was a bit confused, truly unable to think of whose artifact could bow so low.
The giant curtain on 'Snow Cloud Peak' walked to the wall with a puzzled expression and glanced at it: "Cloud Smoke, try using an attack divine art."
Cloud Smoke unhesitatingly cast a Scorching Ray on the Blood Pool, which violently shook, emitting a screeching, piercing scream that made the nearby Undead Tribe involuntarily cover their ears.
"#! Why does Toril always produce these bizarre things? This damn thing is alive!" 'Snow Cloud Peak' turned and shouted: "Light Mage, join the ranks, except for the Sun God Priest switching to attack divine arts, the rest continue with the rain."
