Hill sat on the terrace, looking at the cliff outside the Tyr Temple.
On the steep slope that had not come directly into contact with the undead presence, there were now lush lawns, low shrubs, and clusters of flowers scattered among them.
In the North, even in summer, this was quite rare, but it appeared quite normal near the domain of a nature mage.
A few paladins were patrolling back and forth on the L-shaped slope top, which was like a city wall, occasionally stopping to admire the brilliantly blooming wildflowers.
From their leisurely pace, it was clear that the Black Dragon Brothers, who might have come here looking for treasure, were indeed unlikely to appear.
Even the most arrogant chromatic dragon wouldn't think they had the ability to take on the Paladin Legion of Tyr.
Not to mention the crafty brothers.
They probably never came to the northwest of Ferun at all but chose another direction.
