Vivian's mind couldn't accept it.
The words felt too big, too strange, too far from everything he knew.
"Humans?" he repeated again, his voice shaking with disbelief.
"Why would they need to balance us? That makes no sense."
"From what you've told me… from this sword alone… demons and celestials are far stronger than humans. They could crush us like ants."
His fingers tightened around the hilt.
The idea that beings who ruled emotions itself had once worried about humans felt impossible.
He took a slow breath and tried again, his tone still doubtful.
"Humans are weak. So why would they ever need to balance us? We are obviously inferior to them."
Robwin didn't answer right away.
He looked down for a moment, thinking, then lifted his head with a serious look in his eyes.
"Humans are anything but inferior," he said quietly.
Vivian blinked, confused and waiting.
"How so?" he asked.
Robwin's gaze grew firm, as if he were repeating a truth he had carried for many years.
