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    Perched upon the throne was Cross, his gaze exuding solemnity. With an air of authority and an imposing countenance, he radiated a formidable aura, accentuated by the ethereal glow of his black horns, which cast a captivating purple hue. Just barely visible, a subtle scar adorned his right cheek, adding a touch of intrigue to his visage. His attire, fit for a monarch, draped across his perfectly chiseled form, effortlessly showcasing his regal splendor and impeccable physique.

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