At this moment, the long and grueling battle was finally nearing its end.
Many of the ghost soldiers, panting and standing still, glanced around, noticing the unexpectedly sweet scene unfolding before them. They exchanged bewildered looks, unsure if they could believe what they were seeing.
After all, they hadn't forgotten.
When Sylvia had first arrived, her cold gaze swept over the battlefield below, radiating an aura of icy arrogance.
That overwhelming pressure she exuded—it was something even the strongest Holy Emperor-level warriors couldn't match.
In just a few moments, she had commanded the respect of the ghost soldiers, who didn't dare to meet her eyes.
But now…
"Uh…"
For a moment, none of the ghost soldiers knew what to say.
At the same time, watching Sylvia—now flushed with embarrassment—chasing after Timothy in such a playful manner, Erelyn couldn't help but burst into laughter.
