"At least… my dream is no longer just a dream."
Robin's words were little more than a murmur, yet they carried the weight of triumph. His face softened into something rare for him—unrestrained pride, the quiet joy of a man who had risked everything and somehow endured.
For before his eyes, his soul domain writhed with violent upheaval. Massive whirlwinds coiled like serpents of energy, tearing through the void, striking at the walls and ceiling with savage intent.
Each cyclone battered and pressed, forcing the boundaries of the domain to stretch outward, swelling like a balloon about to burst—only for the elastic nature of the domain to recoil, squeezing the storms back down, forcing them to collapse into the floor.
His domain bent, but it did not break.
