Hoom — Robin took a few unsteady steps, forcing himself beyond the boundaries of the seven seals surrounding the sapling. The moment he crossed the final line, poof—his legs gave out, and he collapsed, falling into a seated position where he stood.
"…Are you alright?"
Neri approached him slowly, her movements careful and restrained. She deliberately kept some distance between them, giving him space and time to breathe. "You don't look well… not at all."
"…The soul fairy Timari is leaving now—or whatever her incomprehensible true nature actually is," Robin muttered. "She's going personally to Lord Morval. She'll hand him every plan, every schematic, every detail. And she'll most likely inform him about my conflict with the Sorcerer Behemoth Zargol, and about what I said regarding the cosmic elder when I dealt with the Academy of the Sacred Covenant."
His voice dropped lower. "And worse than all of that… the Syndicate's two-hundred-year promise."
