"...!!"
Robin's eyes opened slowly, like someone waking from a long, bitter dream. A new layer of realization swept through his mind like a crashing tide.
It all started making sense—finally.
If he looked at things from the All-Seeing god's perspective, stripped away the pride, the rage, and the pain... it was obvious.
He was just a piece. A pawn.
Not a commander, not a savior, not even a real player in the grand game. Just another disposable tool on a board he barely understood.
Whether he lived or died, whether he succeeded or failed—none of it held any weight.
The All-Seeing god had placed him carefully, precisely, in one of the hottest, most dangerous squares on a battlefield where titans moved freely.
A battlefield where queens carved through armies and rooks shattered worlds.
And Robin... was a mere foot soldier.
If, by some miracle, he managed to do the impossible—strike down a powerful enemy, disrupt the enemy's rhythm—that would be excellent.
