Clatter… Clatter…
"…!!"
Terror flooded Robin's mind—an overwhelming tide that surged without warning. In a fraction of a second, he felt his core foundations—those pillars of strength he had spent centuries building—begin to unravel. Not crack, not shake—dissolve, like stardust blown into the void.
Moments ago, he had stood at Level 50, the product of two and a half centuries of ruthless dedication.
Now?
Level 45.
And still dropping.
If my foundations are going to vanish anyway… then damn it, I'll make them useful first!!
With desperation burning behind his sealed eyes, Robin shouted inwardly. He tried to spread the golden patterns across his limbs, seeking to activate the Law of Spacetime—a last act of rebellion.
But nothing happened.
A thick, unnatural silence swallowed the attempt.
Damn it all!! Robin howled in his own mind.
It wasn't just his movement that had been sealed.
It was his very essence—his laws.
