"...?" Robin furrowed his brows, the lines deepening slightly across his forehead as confusion crept in, and he turned his face toward the quill pen, studying it closely before repeating the direct order while pointing ahead with quiet insistence, "Seraphim, use the principles within these four runes to solve that dilemma. Now."
Silence lingered in the air, heavy and unmoving...
"...?" Robin's confusion deepened into genuine disbelief. He had personally drawn these four truth runes using Seraphim from the very beginning, and at times even relied on other epic pens, those fragile ones that kept vanishing or shattering under the strain. So why was Seraphim refusing to act using them now? It was not as if they were unfamiliar concepts or newly introduced patterns.
