"Destroy who?" the Cosmic Elder let out a cold, mocking laugh, the kind that carried both ridicule and quiet confidence, "I don't know what are you talking about."
"The Council of Thrones, of course!" Robin raised his voice slightly, his tone sharpening as his gaze fixed forward. "How will you look in front of everyone if you let them do whatever they want after giving them a direct, undeniable threat?"
"Oh? That sounds serious... Do what exactly? They had done a lot of things." Once again, the Cosmic Elder didn't seem interested, his expression calm, almost dismissive, as if the entire matter failed to stir even a fraction of his concern.
"...Have your repeated losses against me affected your mind, old man?" Robin frowned slightly, his brows tightening as irritation crept into his voice.
