After nearly an hour—
"Hmm hmm~~" Robin hummed softly, a low, relaxed sound, as he moved slowly through the field of destruction. The corpses of the space beasts towered around him like mountains and plateaus, massive silhouettes casting long shadows in every direction. His eyes glowed with a faint, dim golden light as he gave each creature a brief, measured glance, scanning them one by one, trying to form a general impression of the day's hunt—its scale, its value, and its outcome.
Along his path, he nodded calmly to the Imperial Guards—the wounded and the unharmed alike. None were ignored. All of them were in a strange, almost surreal state of pride and joy as they saw His Majesty before their eyes, walking among them, alive, present, and satisfied with their performance. When he nodded to them with a faint smile, it felt like recognition, like approval, and that alone filled their chests with honor.
