Chapter 136
Robin stood at the heart of the silent duel arena, her work complete. The once-thunderous battleground now lay in eerie stillness, its combatants suspended in the dreamverse she had woven. They slumbered, caught in an endless cycle of illusion, their minds drifting in perfect, manufactured bliss.
A red sigil pulsed gently before her, casting an ominous glow over her knowing smile.
"I wish all of you good luck..." she murmured, though none of them could hear her anymore.
The moment was hers. Complete control, an entire audience of champions locked in a never-ending play of her design.
Except for one.
A ragged gasp broke the stillness.
Clara.
She stumbled forward, her small frame shaking. Her usually fierce eyes were red-rimmed, wide with horror and grief. The very power Clara once wielded was now stripped from her, rendered useless in the face of Robin’s enchantment.
Robin raised a brow. "Oh? You’re still conscious?"
Clara said nothing. Her lips trembled, and then, as if something within her shattered, she surged forward.
She struck Robin with her fists, weak, shaking, desperate. Again and again, she pounded against Robin’s chest, her blows mere echoes of the strength she once commanded.