Robin chuckled at Devos' reaction, though he had somewhat expected it. It was clear that not all Beast Kings were the same. Each one had their own distinct personality, shaped by their instincts, experiences, and perhaps even the very lands they ruled. Cryxus the Purifier was the conqueror type, a ruler who thrived on expansion and dominance. He was always pushing forward, always leading waves of beasts to assert his control. His territorial ambitions and relentless offensives made it clear - he was born to rule through force. Durger the Devourer, in contrast, was more of a guardian-hoarder, preferring to stay curled around his treasures, defending them with unwavering determination. His unyielding endurance and the sheer number of armies stationed around the Poison Sea spoke volumes about his obsession with keeping what was his. And then there was Devos the Transcendent. He was different. Rather than seeking conquest or guarding material wealth, he preferred isolation, watching from a distance, uninterested in unnecessary conflicts. But perhaps that wasn't entirely by choice. Maybe his solitude and detachment weren't mere personality traits, but rather the result of his circumstances - a path he had been forced to take rather than one he had chosen. Robin didn't press the matter further. Instead, he turned his attention back to the piles of treasure surrounding him. Carefully sifting through the various relics and artifacts, he examined the shimmering fragments of transparent coral before spotting three particularly intriguing relics - each exuding an aura tied to the Path of Time. A satisfied grin formed on his lips as he swiftly secured them within his spatial ring. He clapped his hands together, dusting them off, "Alright then, time to leave."
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