"Hmmmm..."
Before Robin's eyes, the surface of the mirror began to quiver gently, like liquid glass disturbed by an unseen ripple. It melted and shimmered for a few moments, then gradually stabilized to reveal the image of a radiant fairy. Behind her stretched a background of pure, blinding white—so bright it felt like a space beyond reality.
"This is in response to request number 775," Robin said with calm composure, his voice steady. "It's an active task within the Hall of Truth, related to the repair of the city's core array."
With a smooth, practiced motion, he conjured a glowing orb of condensed spirit energy in his palm—dense, bright, pulsing with intricate runes—and gently pushed it through the mirror's surface.
"Kindly review the work and ensure my compensation is added accordingly."
The fairy's eyes widened, shimmering with golden light.
