Chapter 1392: Way out
"....."
Robin furrowed his brows—deeply, painfully—his expression tightening like a vice.
The old man’s sudden mention of the Ancient Belt struck him not as a curiosity, but as a wound torn open without warning.
His mind flinched back to that day—the way The All-Seeing had erupted with rage, voice raw and monstrous:
/I’m a Devil? What do you know about the Ancient Belt?!/
The memory flared in his skull like lightning, burning behind his eyes.
Robin’s fists clenched slowly, his knuckles whitening with restrained force.
A weight was pressing on him, immense and invisible—
the weight of meaning.
The weight of things half-understood but deeply feared.
Of truths spoken in riddles and warnings etched in fire.
Then—swallowing his pride like broken glass—Robin lowered his gaze.