Hill suppressed his restless heart.
If it were any other world, he would surely be standing on the city walls now, not watching from afar like this.
Yet he dared not.
This time, Hill felt enveloped by a terrifying sort of luck.
The whole world seemed to revolve around him, and wealth, glory and immense power were within arm's reach, if only he desired them.
If he were a traditional Sorcerer of Toril, he would have been holding several high-grade artifacts in his hands by now, with a little fairy princess, both beautiful and obedient, standing at his side.
Just like Tyr back then?
Hill stood on the balcony, watching the flow of white light around Tyr Temple.
He suddenly understood why Tyr had, in pursuit of justice in his heart, sacrificed his freedom and future.
The sensation that one's wishes could come true, and the world was in one's grasp, was terrifying.
