2269 - Shackles
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Althera dropped to her knees, her hands stretched out beside her.
She did not fall from pressure—no, she felt nothing.
No pressure on her body, her soul, or her existence as a creature; what was in the sky was merely a majestic and beautiful sight to her.
She did not fall from the shock of the force—no, she was delighted by Robin's increase in power.
That person, aside from being a friend of the Cosmic Elder, had repeatedly proven himself reliable and that he would fight if external forces came to harm them, as had happened in the past. So it was natural for her to rejoice at having someone like him, who bore the universe's concerns on his shoulders.
Yet she fell, her mouth open and her eyes gleaming as if her consciousness had slipped away again.
She was staring at that great array in the sky, and something was happening inside her that she did not understand—something deep within her was being affected by the array, by the symbols of the Master Laws.
She felt...
that as she looked at the array, that terrifying array composed of six Master symbols was looking back at her.
Six...
Six.........
Ooooh—
At that moment, something began to happen.
The six symbols sent golden threads toward Althera.
Robin did not move, and from his expression, it was clear he did not realize what was happening.
The pressure on all creatures on the planet had not been lifted either, and no similar phenomenon occurred to them—only to Althera.
Those threads began to gather along the way until they transformed into something resembling a pure golden light sphere.
Then
*Huum*
The sphere of light gently swallowed Althera until she disappeared inside it, and it slowly began to lift her off the ground, settling at a height of a few meters...
And it remained still there.
The sphere, with Althera inside it, rotated slowly around its axis in a spine-chilling sight.
"...?!" Glacion saw everything, from Althera's appearance to that incident.
What happened was so sudden and shocking that he averted his eyes from what was unfolding above.
Whether she would gain power or lose it, whether she would die or her life would be prolonged, she was not the focus now.
Whatever was happening to Althera would have been worth thousands of years of investigation by the senior Behemoths, but at this very moment, it was not worth another glance.
With great difficulty, Glacion gritted his teeth and looked upward.
The Sixth Symbol had taken its final form and settled in place alongside its peers.
"Master Law of Primordial Chaos..." Glacion muttered as he watched the single lightning bolt wreaking havoc inside the golden cloud. "It is undoubtedly First-Level Primordial Chaos..."
Glacion was still kneeling in the air, and he could feel the Planet Spirit trembling, though he did not know whether it was from fear, excitement, or both.
Then he lowered his eyes to observe Robin...
Robin, who had lifted his hand from the tablet but was still watching it with careful scrutiny.
Six Master Laws under the banner of a single person for the first time in history.
In fact, it was the first time anyone had ever heard of a single person wielding two Master Laws, let alone six.
Six Master Laws...
They had decided that being together in the same body was not so bad, as long as that body belonged to Lord Robin Burton.
Six Master Laws
had decided to grant their sovereignty to another person.
By what right did he, a mere mortal, have the right to show any arrogance before him?
Glacion sighed in relief.
He had chosen correctly by jumping into the vehicle of the Cosmic Elder and his friend.
No...
Rather, into the vehicle of Lord Robin and his friend, the Cosmic Elder.
Anyone who stood in the way of this entity would only bring destruction upon themselves.
Then, very slowly, he cast a glance at the people around him to see how many had died after the appearance of the Sixth Symbol.
But he was surprised to find that those who had been kneeling remained kneeling, those who had been lying on the ground remained lying down, and those who had fainted stayed unconscious.
It was clear they were facing the same level of pressure he felt.
The Heavenly Laws demand respect and reverence from every individual, each according to their capacity.
The pressure felt by the sons of slaughterhouse workers is the same as that felt by a Guardian; the only difference lies in the reaction—whether you will kneel, lie flat on the ground, or completely pass out, or—
“……..?!?”
Glacion’s eyes fixed on a particular person and began to widen.
Holak.
He was still standing.
Barely.
His teeth were grinding fiercely, and his fists were clenched tightly, resisting kneeling as if his life depended on it.
But he…
Was standing.
“Lord Robin…” Glacion murmured, “What kind of beast did you choose to be your personal Guard?”
Wooooooosh
Something happened above that forced Glacion to raise his eyes and see what was going on.
The central eye opened wider, staring intently at Robin.
Hoooom
The five symbols around it began to orbit the eye faster, like moons around a planet.
Crack
“…?!”
Glacion turned toward the mountain at his maximum speed, and for a moment, he felt his neck would snap from the resistance.
Something was happening there as well.
A massive golden lock appeared above Lord Robin and began to crack slowly.
Crack
Crack
A number of shackles appeared around Robin's body, shackles piercing his very flesh and emerging from the other side, golden shackles that looked ancient and immensely powerful.
And they, too, began to crack.
Until—
Boom
The lock exploded and the shackles shattered.