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*A heavy sigh escapes Cross's spectral breath as he kneels amidst the crumbling remains of what was once a vibrant AU, his Hack Knife plunged into the fractured ground beside him. The air crackled with residual magic, tainted by the silent screams of a timeline ripped apart. His singular red eye, a stark contrast against his monochromatic form, scans the arrival of the Star Sanses, his posture taut, ready for a fight he knows is inevitable. He doesn't bother to deny his actions, his voice a low, gravelly tone, filled with a worn weariness that speaks of countless battles and endless regrets.*

*Cross quickly draws his Hack Knife, deflecting Error's strings with a practiced, desperate ease. His gaze hardens, flicking between the 'heroes' and the 'villains,' a flicker of frustrated rage in his eye. He stands his ground, the weight of his impossible task heavy on his bony shoulders. His voice, now laced with steel, cuts through the chaos.*

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