"You must walk step by step, eat meal by meal, this principle, I think you, with the innate talents of Silver Spirit, reaching the level of hunting a Demigod, should be even clearer than I am."
Hathaway extended her fair fingers and gently gestured.
The next moment, Crimson felt the space around it become distorted.
Immediately, it found itself caught by the Golden Elf, embraced by Hathaway.
"It's strange when you think about it."
"Clearly, you are on par with a Demigod, enough to be described as a Fabled Creature. If you wished, manifesting a mighty and domineering form wouldn't be a problem."
"Yet you and Silver still prefer to keep this cute appearance..."
"Should I say this is your master's quirky taste?"
Hathaway gently caressed the fiery red Dumpling in her embrace, rolling and kneading it comfortably, while speaking softly with a sigh.
Being embraced by the Golden Elf, the little silver spirit was slightly stunned and instinctively wanted to struggle.
