"Congratulations on a successful bid, Lord Human. The event today were truly touching. We eagerly await what you will bring us next."
"Hmm?"
Robin turned his head slowly, eyes glowing faintly beneath his metallic mask, and found one of the floating clouds drifting closer. Atop it stood a short, elderly figure clad in a flowing silver robe etched with starlight runes.
"Lord Amalik... Thank you, truly."
Robin offered a respectful nod. His face revealed no emotion—but the tone of his voice held a steady warmth.
"Haha! You stunned us all today, Lord Human!"
"Will we be blessed with more of your creations soon?"
In the blink of an eye, the space around him changed. It was as if the very gravity of the moment had shifted. Lords, nobles, dignitaries—more than a dozen—suddenly surrounded him, their gazes fixed, their curiosity sharp. And still, more arrived.
Robin had become the storm's eye.
He raised his hands gently, offering a gracious bow of the head.
