Ba-dum
Robin's heart hammered violently against his chest.
The haunting image of Mila struggling to escape the giants… the memory of Arkalon desperately fighting for his life against the assassins… Two visions, two dreams in the same day—identical circumstances, identical despair, identical end.
And now, before his very eyes, that same dreadful pattern was playing out in reality.
(Owner, are you alright?!) Nery's voice rang urgently inside him, sharp with worry. She could feel his spiritual domain spiraling out of control, disturbed by the violent tremors of his soul. He had just been struck with a psychological blow so fierce it cracked through his composure.
"No… no, I am not alright!!" Robin hissed, his tone heavy, his voice low but shaking with emotion. His gaze locked on Morgana, following every desperate inch of her slow retreat, watching the terror carved into her expression as she realized her fate was to be turned into a specter.
