"…Show me the profits tab!" Robin raised his voice with a sharper edge this time, as if trying to snap himself out of the lingering weight of those thoughts.
Those nightmares—so similar to the harrowing visions he had witnessed back on the Specter Valley Planet… those terrifying, suffocating dreamscapes that painted for him a future overflowing with sorrow and loss.
Were they real? Were they genuine glimpses of a destiny that awaited him… or merely vague, distorted hints?
Or were they nothing more than chaotic, tangled dreams born from the relentless anxiety in his chest, the constant pressure of the looming war that shadowed every decision he made?
He didn't know, and he had no reason to sink deeper into that uncertainty… because no matter the truth, the correct response had to be the same, unwavering answer:
Gain more power! More strength!! More leverage to push back against everything coming his way!!!
