Netherworld.
Sylvia's gaze lingered slightly as she stared at the neon-lit, rainbow-colored entrance.
Aside from entering the Netherworld to find the source of the chaos in the Sepulcher of the Sacred, there was someone else waiting for her there—someone she hadn't seen in what felt like forever: the Princess of the Netherworld, Erelyn.
"Maybe… I'll finally see her again."
A faint, relieved smile appeared on Sylvia's lips.
"Let's go."
Taking a step forward, Sylvia unexpectedly reached out and grabbed Timothy's hand.
Their fingers intertwined, and it felt like they could sense each other's warmth.
Sylvia lowered her head slightly, as if savoring the sweet, tender moment of holding hands with Timothy.
"Let's go. I've never seen what the capital of the dead looks like."
Timothy smiled softly, and the two of them walked toward the door.
"Are you serious? That's the Netherworld we're talking about!"