It was almost a crushing defeat!

Eryndor's fearsome reputation was well-known a century ago.

As Eryndor, completely lost in his rage, decided to kill, he directed all his Quill Arrows towards Timothy. Nobody thought Timothy could survive this attack.

But suddenly, an awe-inspiring divine power swept through the area.

This immense and boundless divine force made everyone feel a deep, instinctive reverence in their hearts.

"That aura... it's Goddess Sylvia!

You! You actually...!"

Fear instantly overwhelmed Eryndor,he had never imagined that the goddess would actually take notice of a mere disciple.

"Run!" That was the only thought in Eryndor's mind at that moment.

Nothing else mattered because he knew very well that if he lingered even a second longer, he knew what awaited him.

Eryndor desperately tried to flee, disregarding everything else.

However, his figure was already firmly locked in place.

Just one sword strike.