"...Then why... do people go... there?" Robin gasped, the agony rippling through his nerves with every breath, the process happening now should took more like a century but instead in will take a few hours.
"Soul Emeralds," Shasdad replied calmly as he pressed harder into Robin's back with one hand. Then, with a sudden motion, he pulled one hand away — revealing a gemstone shimmering between hues of golden-green. It looked like something carved from lightning and silence. Almost like a diamond, yet breathing with a faint glow of something alive.
"Wha… what is that?!" Robin's pain-blurred eyes lit up instantly, focused entirely on the flickering jewel. Its strange glow seemed to pierce the fog of torment clouding his mind.
And just as suddenly, the gem vanished from Shaddad's hand.
He placed both palms flat again and continued, his tone low and deliberate.
