Fifteen years later — Year 525 After the Coronation
"Doo~ doodoodoo~ doo~"
Robin hummed softly to himself, his voice echoing gently across the cavern as he shaped a massive golden pattern before him — a swirling, evolving construct of light nearly the same height as his own body. It was the exact replica of the pattern rotating beside the cave's entrance, glowing faintly like a newborn star.
His aura flickered and dimmed with every breath, vast tides of energy cascading from his form in golden streams that merged into the hovering sigil. Yet, despite the overwhelming flow, he appeared composed — even relaxed —
As his hands moved with serene precision, his mind was split across several worlds of thought. Part of his awareness was fixated on maintaining the structure of the pattern, adjusting its energy flow and harmonics at an impossible level of detail.
