"...Very well. I accept the first mission."
Robin exhaled a long, slow breath, yet his voice remained firm, cutting through the tension like a blade.
His decision was clear — there was no hesitation left in him.
Even though he bore no personal hatred toward the target he was tasked with confronting, the stakes were simply too high to allow for compassion or mercy.
His very existence, the lives of his sons and daughters, and the towering empire he had painstakingly built — everything was teetering on the brink.
One wrong move, one soft moment of hesitation, could lead to complete ruin.
There was no time left to sympathize with strangers.
No room for hesitation.
Besides... since the mission was phrased merely as dealing with him, there might, just might, be alternative paths other than simple slaughter.
Still, Robin couldn't afford the luxury of naivety.
"What information do you have about the target?"
