"…!!"
At long last, Robin tore away a fragment of his concentration to examine what Arkalon had painstakingly set up for him.
Before his eyes floated twelve platforms, each one drawn and inscribed with intricate runes belonging to the Soul Path. At first glance they resembled random hovering discs scattered in the air, each spinning faintly with a dim spiritual glow. But Robin's eyes, sharpened by countless trials, quickly picked out the underlying structure: a subtle pattern connecting them all, threads of meaning weaving through the sigils until they aligned into what looked like a single vast matrix—an enormous formation born out of twelve seemingly ordinary circles.
