A Few Seconds Earlier — Inside the Monochrome World
Robin released a long, heavy breath—one that had the weight of deep contemplation and quiet resolve.
He knew, with absolute clarity, that everything he had done up to this point hadn't cost him anything he would truly mourn.
Maybe he had burned through the life force he had deliberately ignited before the operation began.
Maybe he had exhausted what little remained of his solid energy foundational.
But none of that mattered now.
What comes next…
That's what would decide everything.
That's what would determine whether this gamble was brilliance—or suicide.
"…Replace," he murmured, almost like a prayer.
AAAAHHHHHNNNNN—
In the very next breath, Robin found himself suspended above the boundless expanse of the Western Sea.
The salty wind slapped against his face, but it brought no comfort.
His left hand was now empty again, released from the weight it had held only moments ago…
But his right hand—
