As Timothy passed by Sky Sanctuary, he happened to catch a glimpse of Sylvia, hunched over a desk, writing something inside the grand hall.
She was carefully recording the events from the Sepulcher of the Sacred and the Netherworld, making sure to recall every detail while subtly omitting anything related to their date.
With a pen in hand, the goddess wore a serious expression, fully focused on her task.
Even though her light blue phoenix dress still exuded a faint, chilly aura, the thoughtful look on her face struck Timothy as incredibly cute.
Of course, as the saying goes, "beauty is in the eye of the beholder."
For an ordinary practitioner, being this close to the goddess would likely be terrifying—they wouldn't even dare to lift their head, let alone admire her beauty.
A small smile tugged at the corner of Timothy's mouth, but he had no intention of interrupting Sylvia.
