"…..?!" Robin furrowed his brows hard, the muscles in his face tightening beneath the cold metal mask. For a fleeting moment, a sharp wave of dizziness hit him, as if the ground itself had begun to spin and tilt beneath his feet.
The Soul Society had halted all of its manufactured products and suspended 80% of its delivery services? This wasn't just disruption—this was catastrophe. This… this was paralysis!
A complete and utter paralysis sweeping across the entire Middle Belt, a region that relied on the Soul Society in a total, deeply intertwined manner, from logistics and industry to trade and daily circulation!!
Robin instinctively felt the urge to step closer to the influential figures gathered beside him, to ask loudly about the reason behind this sudden halt—perhaps even curse the Soul Society under his breath for interfering with his own operations and interests as well… yet a disturbing thought surfaced.
There was a chance. A very small chance.
