Oooooooommmmnn—
The world around Robin… froze.
Every particle of smoke hung motionless in the air. The trembling ground fell into absolute stillness. All sound vanished, leaving behind a deafening silence.
Everything —every shape, every shadow— turned into a monochrome canvas, as though the world itself had become an unfinished painting.
"..Heh~"
Robin let out a small sigh before taking flight, gliding effortlessly toward Baithor. It didn't matter how many times he used Spacetime— every single time, it gave him this same eerie sensation.
A feeling of complete detachment from reality.
"..."
Suspended in the air before the colossal serpent's chest, Robin's golden eyes fixated on a single point.
Through the dense, viscous mass of energy, nothing was visible at first—only the swirling purple liquid coursing through Baithor's body. There were no distinct landmarks, no clear shapes. To any ordinary observer, it was an unbroken sea of violet.
But to Robin's eyes, it was different.
