Just as Sterl was preparing to head toward the battlefield he had deduced, intending to confront the bizarre invaders of Hell, a message arrived from the God of Werewolves, one of his ten divine followers.
"My Lord, I've located the battlefield. From what I can see, the resistance forces in this layer of Hell are on the verge of collapse."
Hearing this, Sterl paused briefly, a faint smile of satisfaction appearing on his face. This was the benefit of having powerful subordinates—the efficiency of divine-level followers far surpassed that of ordinary ones.
"Do not act rashly. Wait for me to arrive," Sterl replied.
If these strange creatures were indeed tied to the Great Catastrophe, then they likely concealed an unimaginably terrifying power. Should the God of Werewolves act impulsively and attract the attention of the force behind them, it might not only lead to his follower's demise but also expose Sterl and his entire group.
