After fifty long years - Year four hundred ninety After the Coronation Robin slowly raised his hands from Jabba's head, moving with deliberate care as though afraid to disturb the fragile balance he had just maintained. His palms were still wrapped in a faint, shimmering violet mist that clung to his skin like threads of living light.
Only after a moment did he finally open his eyes, letting out a long, weary breath as he wiped the sweat glistening on his forehead.
"Phew well, that's as far as I can go for today."
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