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Stillness, in the center of a chaotic storm whispering of torment. The cloud bursts apart, shadows solidifying into an army of red-winged, long clawed women who land silently on and around the Temple of War. There's nothing distinctive about them, a legion of sameness fueled by rage and a burning need for retribution.

Their mouths open, lips parted to say a single word in echoing tones.

"Ares."