The scene outside Ereboth was an endless stretch of desert.
The vast expanse of yellow sand stretched out to the horizon, where it met the deep blue sky.
Silent. Still. Serene.
This slightly oppressive atmosphere perfectly matched the characteristics of the Netherworld.
"Come on, babe. It's everyone's duty to rid the world of those perverted troublemakers."
Timothy struck a righteous pose, but there was an unmistakable glint of excitement in his eyes.
"I can't wait to take them down and rid the world of those three perverts."
Sylvia raised an eyebrow, gently brushing the snow lotus on her head. Her expression was a mix of curiosity and doubt.
Since when did Timothy care so much about justice? When had he ever been the type to worry about the world's problems?
Even though his voice carried a tone of righteousness, something about it felt... off.
