170 Years After Robin Entered the Middle Belt – Planet Zaron
Shhhh...
After one final, deliberate stroke of the pen, Robin lifted his hand. His golden, burning eyes—fierce as twin suns—dimmed at last. A long, heavy sigh escaped his lips, like the weight of centuries leaving his chest.
"Finally..." he murmured.
"Woooow..."
Beside him, sitting on the stone floor, Pitsu's jaw hung open. A mixture of awe and reverence colored his youthful face.
"I've watched you draw for decades, again and again. But you only use those glowing eyes on rare occasions... Did you complete something extraordinary this time?"
Robin nodded, a calm smile spreading across his face.
"Yes. I did."
He gently placed the completed tablet on top of a tall stack near his bed—a pile that held over a thousand carved slates, each one humming with force.
"I haven't done anything this big before."
Pitsu blinked.
