Robin, clad in a red ceremonial robe, walked into the dark basement. His eyes were cold under his hood. Thick blood bubbled inside the pool. Naberius walked out of the pool without any clothes on. His skin continuously withered away and grew back. After shedding the aged appearance, he recovered his youth. He was no longer injured.

He stepped onto the stone and walked forward. Darkness wrapped around him like a black robe. "I really waited for so long." He smiled at the Robin. "Were you busy with something?"

"None of your business." The Robin glanced at him. "Didn’t I say to not message me unless necessary?"

"Frankly, I don’t want to see your face either." Naberius sighed helplessly. "But I couldn’t help it. There’s a problem with the decoding of the Elizabeth Tower."

The Robin furrowed his brows. "The enchantment was created by the Purple Branch and has a core inheritance. Does Ingmar not even have the ability for reverse decoding?"

"It’s not the ability." Naberius shrugged and p