"Are you still rambling about me giving up the Law of Truth?" Robin furrowed his brows slightly, his tone laced with a hint of disbelief. "Why don't you just find yourself a bright young man to teach, someone eager and fresh? Master laws don't require any affinity. With your level of power, you're bound to come across someone clever enough eventually."
The old man let out a deep, exhausted sigh.
"…I've been searching for 1.2 million years," he said solemnly. "I've sent countless copies of myself across an unthinkable number of planets, in every single sector. Each one bore a different test... all centered on the concept of balance. I wanted to see if the idea of balance even existed in their minds—or if it had to be taught from nothing. And yet, every trial ended in disappointment—each one unique in its failure."
He pointed toward the island's heart.
"Don't get me wrong—it's not that my expectations were impossibly high. Quite the opposite. In fact, this island… is full of them."
