"…You should start compressing the second star right away!"
"Have you lost your mind?!" Robin stepped back in disbelief, his hand flung outward to gesture at everything surrounding them. "I don't even know what I've actually gained yet!! How can you expect me to leap forward blindly?"
By this time, Robin's soul domain had undergone a transformation so drastic that it could hardly be recognized as the same place anymore. It wasn't merely that the colors had shifted to a more regal violet hue — the very essence and internal architecture of the domain had been remade. Its size had swelled, its structures had become more elaborate, and its atmosphere carried a sense of profound reality and overwhelming majesty.
The bark of Father Tree Hovenheim no longer looked like wood; instead, it gleamed as though layered with interwoven plates of shimmering metal, a sign of unimaginable resilience.
