Robin's powerful spiritual power was sufficient to capture the trajectory of every fragment spinning and flying, capturing the different images reflected on the flying fragments.
On every fragment, there was his image. Each fragment, due to different angles and speeds, showed varying degrees of distortion in his image.
For some reason, Robin felt as if he were shattering along with the mirror image.
In an instant, it seemed as though hundreds of parallel worlds had been opened. Each image on the fragments represented a version of himself in one of these worlds.
However, the situation of himself in every world seemed rather bleak.
Robin knew something was wrong; at this moment of combat, he should be focusing on the enemy, not these chaotic thoughts.
Yet, he just couldn't control his thoughts. At this instant, time seemed to freeze. Only his consciousness followed the fragments of spinning sword light flying freely across the sky.
