Glow.
The dense, overwhelming torrent of energy that had poured violently out of Robin's body moments earlier…
Now began to return.
It was slow at first—like droplets finding their way home—then all at once, a spiraling vortex of raw power materialized around him, swirling with purpose and direction. It converged toward a single point just below his navel, pouring into him without pause.
Foundation One…
Foundation Four…
"…"
Robin didn't resist.
He had already given up trying to fight the inevitable. Resistance was useless, like screaming at a collapsing star.
But as he felt each new foundation of energy rebuild itself—not by his will, but by someone else's—something within him sank deeper.
A heavy, cold weight pressed into his chest.
He wasn't angry anymore.
He wasn't even afraid.
He was simply… crushed.
Moments ago, when the last of the golden runes vanished, he had still harbored hope—that maybe, just maybe, some fragment of the Truth Law would remain.
But it hadn't.
