"...I'm not fighting alone. And the soul units I wield—aren't anything like the ordinary ones!!"
Clatter... Clatter...
The woman in the black dress arched an eyebrow with cold amusement, watching the twin masses of swirling soul force forming above Robin with measured disdain.
"Oh? And what do you plan to do with those little trinkets? Throw them at me like stones and hope for a miracle? That's not a bad idea, for someone like you."
She scoffed, but her tone had shifted—beneath the sarcasm, there was caution.
Each cluster pulsated with unimaginable force, each one a swirling core made up of 100,000 refined soul units.
In the hands of an experienced soul master, a fraction of that could lay waste to nations.
And yet… she stood unfazed. Because to her—
They were still not enough. Not against her. Not yet.
