Robin smiled while observing a very specific scene unfolding in the distance.
There, several young space beasts were tearing Robin's soul creatures apart piece by piece with savage fury, the space beasts growing increasingly enraged and hostile the more they felt the Purgatory Flame burning through their bodies and the more they watched the soul creatures reconstruct themselves over and over again despite suffering catastrophic damage.
The seven hundred swords had vanished as well.
Every single one of them had eventually shattered after assaulting massive numbers of nascent space beasts without pause.
And beyond all of that chaos, the adult space beasts had finally begun advancing in a straight line toward the battlefield itself... they had clearly grown tired of merely observing from afar.
When Robin witnessed that scene, he did not attempt to rebuild his soul creatures.
Nor did he reproduce the shattered swords.
