Oooooooommmmm~
".....?!" The cosmic elder rose unsteadily, each movement deliberate, almost trembling. He turned his withered frame toward the ring, that silent, glowing loop floating in the air before Robin — and his mouth opened ever so slightly, but not a single word dared to emerge. His eyes, ancient and tired, reflected nothing but awe and disbelief.
"What... is that?" Jabba staggered forward, taking two slow, heavy steps. His emerald eyes glowed faintly, locked on the object hovering above Robin's open palm. The faint hum it produced seemed to resonate through the entire room, as though it was alive — breathing, pulsing. Jabba glanced over his shoulder at Shaddad with sudden urgency. "Do you see this?! You have a third-stage truth eyes! Tell me, can you see what this is?!"
