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Ares|| The discovery of the underground chamber filled my mind with unease as we made our way back through the labyrinthine corridors of the castle. The air was still thick with the stench of ancient magic and death. My thoughts lingered on the image of those pillars of werewolf skulls, a gruesome testament to a history we had never known. Axel was ahead, his posture rigid with barely contained fury. Asher, ever curious and bewildered, trailed behind, his gaze darting around as if he expected more secrets to leap from the shadows. Zul, zorrander, walked beside me, his face a mask of concern and intrigue. "You seem troubled, Ares," Zul said quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "This discovery has shaken you." I nodded. "It's not just the chamber, Zul. It's everything. The up