Three days later—
Baaam!
The massive double doors of the throne hall were shoved open with a thunderous force. A deep, booming laugh echoed through the chamber as a towering figure stepped inside, arms thrown wide in dramatic flair. "Haha! BOOOOOSS!"
The newcomer was an imposing figure, nearly three meters tall, with skin shaded somewhere between icy white and pale blue. His long, jet-black hair flowed down his back like a shadow, and he was clad in a full-body suit of obsidian-black armor that shimmered with a foreboding dark aura. The armor covered him from his neck all the way to the very tips of his fingers. Every step he took, every word he spoke, exuded an overwhelming presence—an attitude that declared he feared nothing, respected no one, and held the world in the palm of his hand.
Robin's eyes opened slowly, and a subtle smile crept onto his face as he recognized the incoming giant. "Holak… I see time hasn't done much to change you."
