Reset Hàng Ngày00h 00m 00s
Reset Hàng Tuần00h 00m 00sReset Hàng Ngày00h 00m 00sReset Hàng Tuần00h 00m 00sReset Hàng Ngày00h 00m 00sReset Hàng Tuần00h 00m 00sDawn's glow my paper, morning dew my ink, with brush in hand, a scroll of ceaseless landscapes I paint. So the legend goes: when the divine bird lowers its gaze, the mountains hush and the rivers still. Yet, when it raises its head again to loose a piercing cry, the slumbering sun shall rise from beyond the sea of clouds.
| Rarity | ★★★★★ |
| Type | Rectifier  |
