After several seconds—and the passing of that peculiar sensation that had gripped his entire being, a feeling like freefalling from a towering, unseen height—Robin slowly opened his eyes once more.
"Hmm?" he muttered with a hint of caution.
What he saw in front of him wasn't drastically different from what he had expected. The same glowing white chamber encased him from all sides, unchanged and otherworldly. Its walls shimmered faintly, void of any shadows or edges.
He glanced down at himself, half-expecting some bizarre transformation.
But what he saw was... normal.
His body appeared just as it always had: the same clothes, the same texture of skin, the familiar contours of his limbs. It was all far too realistic—eerily so.
But despite how convincing it all looked, he knew without a shred of doubt:
He was no longer in the real world.
"Huh?" Robin turned sharply, instinctively scanning for the source of the voice.
It didn't take long to find it.
