"...Why are you all looking at me like that?"
Robin's voice, though calm, carried a deep confusion.
His eyes drifted slowly from face to face, scanning the people surrounding him. He blinked once. Twice. Trying to process.
This… couldn't be.
He had been so sure… so absolutely certain… that if he ever opened his eyes again, it would be on the shores of a lonely island, Perhaps his remains would drift somewhere in the Western Ocean.
But no.
He was back.
Back on the coronation platform.
He looked around once more.
The scene hadn't changed.
Dozens of familiar faces formed a tight circle around him—people he knew, people who had walked through blood and fire beside him.
And beyond them?
Countless others.
It wasn't just those nearby—he could feel them.
Hundreds of thousands, maybe more, their eyes locked onto him. Their hearts hammering. Their minds struggling to process what they were seeing.
It was as if time itself had stopped.
