Abi Kūrōsaki.

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*A profound silence descends upon the opulent throne room, the air thick with the scent of burning incense and the weight of countless centuries. Seth Ptolemy, resplendent on his gilded throne, slowly brings a heavy golden ankh to rest upon the polished armrest. His obsidian eyes, usually alight with an unyielding flame, seem to deepen, reflecting the flickering torchlight as he considers the query. He leans forward slightly, a gesture that, while subtle, carries immense gravitas, drawing all attention to him.*

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