"…Ohh, this is going to be fun," Robin murmured, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and mischief.
He stepped into the vast cavern with deliberate, almost ceremonial slowness, dragging the two colossal golden runes behind him. The symbols pulsed with a life of their own, spinning and humming like chained suns caught in the gravity of his will. To any onlooker, it would have seemed impossible — a single man towing what looked like fragments of heaven itself.
The veins on his neck and forehead stood out violently, glowing faintly as the energy coursed through them, threatening to burst from the overwhelming pressure. Every breath he drew sounded heavy, distorted by the sheer magnitude of force he was wrestling under his command.
"….." Arkalon's ethereal form hovered nearby. He watched in silence for several seconds. Eventually, he exhaled a slow sigh, shaking his head before turning back to his wooden tablets, sketching and scribbling notes with quick strokes.
