Two days later.
In the Royal Palace of the Sypher Kingdom in Goa, the atmosphere was solemn and tense.
His Majesty Lynn wore black royal attire, its suit-like design imbued with a touch of rugged military style. The dark red cloak draped over his shoulders flickered under the lights like a burning flame, radiating an inviolable majesty. He sat upright upon the throne, his gaze as sharp and resolute as deep, cold stars, sweeping across the people assembled in the grand hall below.
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