"What an absolute lunatic…" Voltar muttered with a sinister chuckle as he continued to stare at the spot where Robin had vanished just moments earlier.
To think—to truly believe—that one could compose a book worthy of standing shoulder to shoulder with the sacred and ancient texts of the Secret Archive… That alone was pure madness.
But to assume he could even embed traps inside such a book—curses so subtle they'd target Soul Links and higher beings like Guardians and Monarchs? That wasn't just delusion… that was calculated lunacy. An ambition bordering on heresy.
"Now then… what delightful nonsense have we here?" Voltar said aloud, his voice echoing faintly through the quiet, book-lined chamber as he gently opened the tome Robin had left behind.
A strange, dusty aura emerged from within the pages. It wasn't hostile… but neither was it majestic. It was old, unmistakably so. Like a whisper from a forgotten era, yet lacking the power to evoke reverence.
