C639 True Monarch's Ink

As Robert's fist flew, it seemed as if the heavens and earth themselves were cleaved in two.

A dazzling streak of golden brilliance cut across the expanse of the sky, traversing thousands of meters in an instant, as if it were escaping the confines of time. Before this unstoppable golden radiance, the very fabric of the void appeared to vanish. Protective dharma-vessels