Lord of the Truth Chapter 2116 Soul shards-1

"...The situation here looks really bad."

The white-golden soul sphere manifested into a human form, wearing flowing white and gold robes that seed to shimr faintly with every subtle movent. It was impossible to determine the true extent of that manifestation's power or awareness with a re glance, as if all asurable presence was deliberately concealed. It was entirely wrapped in a silent, unfathomable mystery that pressed lightly on the surroundings without revealing anything concrete.

"Yo-Your--..!!!" Pitsu opened one eye after the other with visible difficulty, as if his senses were struggling to confirm what he was witnessing, as though a specter had suddenly appeared before him.

His expression, as he stared toward the soul manifestation that erged from his forehead, carried neither joy nor sorrow... only pure, unfiltered shock that froze his features in place.

He recognized the owner of the shard without the slightest doubt. There was no one but His Majesty Robin who possessed such a presence, such a proud bearing, and that strikingly handso appearance that carried both calm authority and unspoken dominance.

"Hmm?" Robin's soul shard turned back toward Pitsu with a composed motion, examined him with a single, quiet glance that seed to penetrate deeply, then gave a slight nod before gesturing toward him in a simple, effortless manner. Hooom

A stream of soul force began to descend upon Pitsu like a light, steady rain, gentle yet undeniably effective. Instantly, he felt his pain lessen as if a heavy burden had been lifted, his trembling eyes steadied until they no longer shook, and his chaotic heartbeat gradually regained a firm and stable rhythm.

Before Pitsu could even open his mouth to speak or attempt to express anything, Robin's manifestation raised a hand with quiet authority.

"Shhh. Don't say a word."

Then he crossed his arms calmly, his posture relaxed yet commanding.

"What I've done for you is nothing more than a light anesthetic, barely enough to hold you together. Put everything you have left into drawing natural energy from your surroundings and stabilizing your condition. Do not let your thoughts wander, and do not think about anything else."

He glanced around for a few monts, his gaze sweeping the area as if taking in every detail with silent calculation, then looked back toward Pitsu and

continued in the sa composed tone:

"Once you recover, return this shard to my body. I want to test sothing."

""

Tears slowly welled up in Pitsu's eyes, gathering without restraint.

Even as he was dying, he had not cried, not even when his body was on the verge of collapse. But upon hearing those familiar words... a strange and profound sense of reassurance settled deep within his heart, spreading quietly through him. Then he closed his eyes and began drawing in natural energy exactly as instructed, focusing entirely on the task without uttering a single word.

"Good boy." Robin's manifestation nodded in clear satisfaction.

Then, using soul force with effortless control, he lifted Pitsu's body as if it weighed nothing, holding it steadily for a brief mont before hurling it toward a specific direction.

Whoosh

Pitsu's damaged body shot forward like an arrow released from a taut bow, piercing through the air as it passed through every defensive array surrounding the logistical zone without encountering the slightest resistance. The identification systems tied to shields, soul signatures, and layered recognition protocols made it utterly impossible for the arrays to attack soone belonging to the True Beginning Empire.

Then-Bam-he landed headfirst at one of the field hospitals, the impact drawing imdiate attention as doctors and nurses rushed out without hesitation to tend to him, their movents swift and coordinated.

"Amazing..." Robin's shard murmured in quiet astonishnt, then revealed a faint smile. "The empire's arrays have undergone trendous developnt, far beyond what I last observed."

He then turned his gaze back toward the battlefield, a passionate smile forming gradually on his face, his eyes filled with sharp curiosity and restrained excitent.

A soul shard, in truth, freezes at the exact mont it enters another person's soul domain, locking itself in that state without deviation.

This ans the shard retains only the amount of units originally assigned to it, along with a complete copy of the information its creator possessed at the precise mont of its creation... and nothing beyond that.

A soul shard has no ans of increasing its units or strengthening itself through external ans, nor does it possess any ability to perceive or know what is happening to the main body after separation, remaining isolated within its limited frawork.

This shard, which Robin ford on Planet Zaron and carefully planted within Pitsu's soul domain, was embedded with two distinct functions, each serving a

precise purpose.

The first was to protect the boy's life. Robin was fully aware that there were individuals attempting to track down a human by following the traces left behind by inks and tablets crafted from Treant bark, and he had no intention of allowing the boy to die because of such indirect consequences tied to him.

The second... was to kill the boy instantly if he ever attempted to leak even the slightest piece of information about him, ensuring absolute control over any potential risk.

And since that day, for nearly 600 years, this shard had remained in a deep state of dormancy, completely cut off from the outside world, isolated without any source of information or feedback whatsoever... it could truly be said that it was Robin himself, a fragnt of his existence, sent forward into the distant

future!

"Amazing..." Robin's manifestation revealed a wide, genuine smile as he slowly observed his surroundings with growing interest. "The golden armors are no longer forged from Veradium like in the past," then he let out a soft chuckle, his tone carrying clear amusent, "they actually went out of their way to search for a stronger golden tal, specifically so they wouldn't have to change the color of the main army's armor? That must have been incredibly expensive... but I like it!"

It was imdiately clear to him that the new armors were not made from a single, uniform tal, but rather from a complex alloy composed of multiple carefully selected materials, forged and refined with exceptional precision. They were crafted to reach the strength of epic-grade equipnt while still maintaining that refined and elegant golden shine that defined the identity of the army... without a doubt, a large number of researchers and craftsn must have dedicated imnse ti and effort to perfecting them! Those arrays as well, he could only vaguely recognize two of them at a glance, their structure faintly familiar, while the rest were entirely new designs that he had never encountered before. Yet despite their differences, they all shared sothing deeply familiar... their operational logic, targeting chanisms, and energy recharge systems all functioned according to a unique frawork that he himself had once pioneered long ago.

He had, in one way or another, contributed to the creation of every single one

of these arrays!!

"Hmm, it seems my enemies never found . Good... that is exactly what I

expected of myself!" Robin's manifestation laughed lightly, clearly pleased by

the conclusion.

Every soul manifestation that erges in such a form naturally carries an

inherent urge to question, to observe, to learn more, and to study the changes occurring around it in detail. But soul shards are different. They suppress or ignore such evolving impulses. A shard cannot know anything that the main body itself does not already know, nor can it develop independent understanding beyond its initial state.

If the shard's role is purely defensive, it simply carries out that function with precision, then returns to dormancy once its task is complete... or dissipates entirely if necessary.

But if its role involves communication... then everything changes completely.

At this mont, Robin's soul shard did not exist for the purpose of sending or receiving direct ssages, but rather to perform a far more subtle task... gathering information.

Not information about the battle itself or the arrays surrounding it, but rather deeper, more technical data... how much information it could collect and successfully transmit back to the main body, how long such a transmission would take across vast distances, and most importantly, the limits of the shard's own awareness and operational capacity.

After gathering a sufficient amount of interesting data, the soul shard would attempt to send it back to the main body.

But how? When there is no direct, active connection between the shard and

the main body?

Through the soul imprint.

The shard retains an intrinsic connection to its origin. It can locate the soul

domain from which it was separated anywhere within the universe, regardless of distance, and it can send and receive information with that original soul domain without doubt or obstruction.

But the real question is... what is the cost?

How many soul units would be required to transmit even a single set of information from the Young Sector 99 to the Mid Sector 99, across a distance that spans millions of light-years?

How many thousands of units would that demand?

And more importantly... how many units would Robin need if he intended to send a complete battle report, containing extensive and detailed data, to his main body, which he now senses to be located in an entirely different Mid

Sector?! Naturally, transmitting a short ssage consisting of only a few words would not require the sa amount of energy as sending an enormous volu of complex battlefield data.

The difference between the two would be vast, almost incomparable. Ordinary energy units can be gradually replenished over ti through external sources... but the units contained within a soul shard are fundantally

different.

A shard consus itself from within, burning through its own essence in the

process of transmission.

And once those units are spent... they can never be restored again.