"The Demons? You Supreme General Aro, your third in command? And the First Heaven Chosen…?!"
Neri tilted her head sharply, her expression a mixture of confusion and disbelief. "What in the heavens could possibly connect all of them?"
Robin chuckled—a deep, amused laugh that carried echoes of nostalgia and triumph.
"Haha, allow me to show you," he said, and with a simple wave of his hand, a soul gate opened next to him. It shimmered like a mirror made of smoke and glass, humming faintly with suppressed power.
From the other side came a sudden blur of motion—a Tirra Beast, one of the mountain's native spiritual creatures, charged through at full speed. Its towering horns were streaked with fresh blood, bits of crimson matter clung to its hooves, and its sharp, hooked beak carried several pristine white spheres, which pulsed faintly like living pearls.
As the beast passed through the gate, something strange happened—
