"Your dream?" Robin looked surprised for a brief moment, then slowly raised his brows, realization beginning to form in his eyes. "Wasn't your dream to live long enough to witness what will happen after 2.2 million years? Wasn't that always your ultimate goal?"
"And what do you think this is?" the Cosmic Elder asked calmly, pointing toward the passage with a slow, deliberate motion.
At that very moment, the nascent space beasts had already begun returning through the gate—exactly as the Cosmic Elder had predicted. Their initial fear had completely faded, their hesitation gone, and they came back like flies drawn to light, swarming through the opening without caution or restraint.
"This?" Robin ignored the arrival of more space beasts and fixed his gaze on the gate for a long moment, his eyes narrowing. "Are you saying that what we're witnessing right now… is what will happen after 2.2 million years? An invasion of space beasts on a cosmic scale?!"
