"Not until it's truly complete."
Robin stood tall once more, brushing the dust off the area with the side of his leg. His movement was precise, deliberate, as though he were performing a ritual rather than a casual gesture. His eyes, calm yet intense, remained fixed on the uneven ground below him.
"I refuse to announce a method as 'solved' when it works only one out of five times."
With a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed aside the small bone he had been using to etch on the earth — a primitive tool, but effective enough for thought-mapping. He dusted his hands together, as if symbolically closing a chapter of his current thought process, and began walking slowly toward the cavern entrance nestled in the hillside.
