As soon as Sylvia thought about what Timothy might be thinking at that moment, her cheeks flushed red, and she hurriedly stepped back in a panic.
But maybe it was because those three sword strikes had drained a lot of her energy, or perhaps it was just bad luck—she tripped over a rather large rock behind her.
Sylvia, the proud goddess, actually lost her balance and fell backward.
The Bridge of Souls was surrounded by red spider lilies, flowers without leaves.
The blooming flowers were a brilliant crimson, like clusters of burning flames.
Falling into the flower bed, the soft petals cushioned her delicate body, as if she had landed in a bed of cotton candy.
The blooming flowers, the faint mist—this scene was so beautiful it could take your breath away.
Just then, Sylvia noticed Timothy slowly leaning down toward her.
"My dear Sylvia, do you really think you can escape?"
