After arriving in the Netherworld, Timothy spent an entire day searching for Sylvia.
Although he had been worried something might have gone wrong, the moment he saw Sylvia—who had always carried herself with a dignified, divine aura—looking so small and adorable, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Ugh, stop laughing! I don't even know what's going on myself!" Sylvia was both embarrassed and furious. She had never experienced such humiliation before.
She raised her tiny hand, trying to pinch Timothy's waist, but then she realized something strange. Not only had her body shrunk, but her spiritual power was almost nonexistent, as if she had reverted to the early days of her training.
Even if she wanted to pinch Timothy, she couldn't muster the strength.
"This is bad. I think I remember feeling this light and floaty as soon as I entered the Netherworld. But why did I…"
