Chapter 1407: The Abyss of Doom
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"We pay our respects to His Majesty the Monarch! We salute the Honorable Head of the Academy!"
The moment the portal activated and a figure emerged—an eerily pale woman moving with supernatural grace and utter silence—six portal operators and guards instinctively fell to one knee. Their eyes lowered, their breathing hushed. A wave of reverence and fear washed over them, as if a divine entity had descended.
Step... step...
In stark contrast, Robin stepped out behind her. His footsteps weren’t soft, nor hesitant—they echoed with purpose, each one like a drumbeat that struck not just the ground but the hearts of those who heard it. He walked forward a few paces... then stopped.
"..."
With excruciating slowness, eyes wide open and unblinking, Robin turned his gaze in every direction.
He had just left a serene beach on a quiet island, where the air was crisp and the view could tame even the most restless soul. Before that, he’d wandered the Soul Society—he had seen things there that defied imagination, that redefined reality. And yet... this place?
This was something else entirely.
Before him stretched a walkway of shimmering marble that sparkled as if dusted with star fragments. It looked not like stone, but like it had been carved from the essence of pearls and light. To his right, an entire lake of raw energy essence pulsed gently with power, so pure it seemed alive. Several young men and women, clad in simple yet elegant uniforms, laughed and played within it, as if this were just another casual afternoon.
To his left sprawled a vast, emerald garden stretching to the horizon, filled with students—hundreds of them—wearing white and violet uniforms. But it wasn’t just their clothing that stood out. The students themselves were a mosaic of diversity—different races, skin tones, body shapes, even different auras. It was rare to see even two who looked remotely alike. And they weren’t idle: some were reading ancient tomes, others painting mystical symbols in the air, some sparring in hand-to-hand combat so fierce it shook the grass beneath them.
Ahead of them all stood several majestic buildings, each a sprawling architectural marvel. They were only a single story tall, yet so wide and beautifully crafted they could have easily served as the throne halls of emperors. Each one had its own distinct style—one of glistening obsidian, another of twisting crystal towers, a third blooming with vibrant vines that sparkled like stardust.