"…Ask for three items," the cosmic elder declared, his voice carrying the weight of stars, "and consider them already in your hands."
"…?!"
Althera's eyes widened completely, her body tensing as she turned sharply toward Robin — there was absolutely no way he grasped the full cosmic magnitude of what had just been offered!
"Three items… or three categories of items?" Robin asked quickly, his mind already racing faster than light. "For example, can one of my requests be something like… a thousand planetary-grade weapons? Or perhaps… five hundred billion energy Pearls?!" His tone wavered between awe and disbelief.
"You may," the elder replied with tranquil certainty, nodding slowly. "Wish for three things that do not demand my direct intervention — for the sake of my dignity and my station — and consider them fulfilled. Even if I do not possess them this very instant, I shall gather them for you in due time, by will or by destiny."
