(Three minutes ago)
After the eight wives of the Val Arcain family parted ways, Sylvia found herself in the same area as Nathira.
It wasn't as though they wanted to work together, but the space around them had shifted the moment they landed on the ground.
Sylvia's gaze swept through the dark space like a hawk.
After a moment, her eyes locked onto a figure with blonde hair, red eyes, red horns streaked with gold, and two golden wings on her back.
"Nathy?"
Nathira, who had just transformed into her demi-human form, opened her glowing crimson eyes and glanced at Sylvia.
"Seems we ended up in the same area." The beautiful dragon muttered, her aura soothing.
The blonde-haired goddess nodded twice. "If I were to guess, this would most likely be a spell from my mother, and your…"
She paused briefly before continuing. "And your brother, the demon god."
Nathira turned her face away, as if knowing that looking at Sylvia for too long would stir memories she didn't want to recall.
