Boom!
The blood-red aura that had been swirling in the sky for what felt like forever finally dispersed with a thunderous roar.
From within that crimson vortex, the figures of Timothy and Sylvia emerged.
Earlier, some had tried to break through the blood-colored whirlpool in the sky, but their efforts were completely in vain.
"Of course, it's the Goddess herself!" The disciples couldn't help but feel a deep sense of reverence.
But, more than that, there was something else on their minds.
Just moments ago, Timothy had carried the Goddess back to her chambers, and they had been gone for an hour.
An hour.
What exactly had Timothy been doing during that not-too-short, not-too-long time?
Could it really be...?
In the past, no one would have ever believed any rumors about the Goddess. Anyone who dared to spread such gossip would have been beaten black and blue on the spot.
