"....."
"....."
It was as if every sound in the world had been stolen away in that instant—snatched clean from existence—leaving behind only a profound, ringing silence. It was as though every light in creation had turned its focus onto two figures alone: the lone specter standing high upon the jagged mountain peak… and Robin himself.
This specter was no ordinary apparition. It was a bizarre, intimidating colossus—its height nearing seven full meters—its shoulders so impossibly broad that the span between them approached three entire meters! Its face was a bare, bleached skull, devoid of flesh, yet it was draped in a voluminous robe that swayed with an unseen wind, its hood pulled low to shroud the rest of its towering frame. In one bony grip, it clutched an enormous femur, a weapon of bone that seemed carved from some ancient giant's remains.
