As a half-god of Star Realm, although her father did not permit her to join the battlefield of the subspace, she was aware of the conflict's participants and its horrifying intensity. The Master of Hunting, polluted from its birth, undoubtedly belonged to the side of extreme evil; accepting its power meant she could never turn back.
"Haha, what will you use to refuse?"
The Master of Hunting was yet to awaken, but it was just one step away from being born. Without a doubt, after several bouts of madness, it had absorbed enough nourishment to fully shape its mind.
No longer needing to exert a vague influence on the material world, it could now convey its thoughts with more logical discourse.
It said to the Silver Wolf:
"Look at your father... the light on Su!
That is the fire of faith gathering, you are in Nordtof, the Wolf Nation!
