Then, all of a sudden, Theo's eyes widened slightly—as if a bolt of realization had struck him mid-thought.
"Wait a moment... we're planning to create our own World Cataclysms... Do you actually have the Laws up to the fifth stage? Are they with you right now?!"
Robin offered a faint, knowing smile. Without saying another word, he flicked his wrist and tossed a spatial ring toward Theo.
"The fifth-stage level of every single Heavenly Law within the Empire... you'll find them all in here. That includes the Law of Corrosive Wind for Peon."
"This..."
Theo caught the ring using both hands with the utmost care, as if it were a divine artifact handed down from the stars themselves.
