"...They're yours," the cosmic elder declared, making the three boxes levitate gently through the air until they settled before Robin's hands. "I know these gifts could never equal my life, but take them as a token of gratitude."
"This...?" Robin caught the three boxes softly, his expression shifting with curiosity.
The boxes were identical — small rectangular containers made of polished wood, each about the size of a palm, yet each radiated a distinct, potent aura that made the air around them hum faintly. Robin activated his golden eyes, the marks of divine perception flickering across his irises as he attempted to peer through the mysteries of the boxes. But even with such a gift, deciphering them at once was impossible. Layers of ancient symbols and interwoven seals obscured their nature — it would take time, patience, and insight to uncover the truth hidden within.
Just these three boxes alone were treasures beyond measure.
