Three days later, inside Robin's glass house.
Scratchscratch
Holding his epic pen in his left hand, Robin was engraving a new Truth Runes onto a massive board above his desk. The inscription was already nearly 70% complete, yet it looked like the beginning of something endless. Every simple stroke of Robin's pen seemed like a single drop of water falling into an ocean, swallowed instantly by the overwhelming complexity and density of the design. Layers of meaning, structure, and law were interwoven so deeply that the rune itself felt less like a drawing and more like a living construct of reality.
Yet in truth… he was not even looking at it.
