"Higher?" Zara's brows knitted more tightly, her tone edged with doubt and curiosity.
"Mhm." Robin nodded slowly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Star cores, refined miniature black holes, fragments of collapsed suns—stabilizers forged from things that are far beyond ordinary planetary hearts. The true higher tier. We will need a handful of them—whatever the cost." His voice carried authority that brooked no argument, his words heavy with intent. "Theo doesn't need to keep throwing funds into purchasing World Cataclysms from others. That era is over. From this point forward, it's time to invest directly into our own future, into what belongs solely to us."
