Hill leisurely sat on the deck, watching the scenery.
The white cloud he followed drifted aimlessly, circling around the Triangle Zone at a seemingly slow, yet brisk pace.
Each day, Hill watched the Undead Tribe below digging tunnels.
He saw many families that originally belonged to the Dwarf Kingdom. After all, the two batches of newly arrived undead were of lower levels and couldn't contend with these high-level demons.
Although not every place had demons, once they encountered them, it was inevitably a powerful being beyond the realm of legends.
Even if they weren't demigods, the undead had to sacrifice thousands of lives just to hold these demons at bay.
Thankfully, they carried Holy Water and a peculiar golden scroll with them, or it would have been much worse.
Hill knew that these scrolls were the only ones capable of holding divine magic, made from the petals and leaves of Sunflowers.
William had already directly passed the crafting method to him.