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The sun hammers the packed earth of the training grounds, raising shimmering waves of heat. In the distance, the clatter of steel and the shouts of soldiers echo from the camp, but here, in this isolated corner, the silence is a thick, suffocating thing. A figure stands motionless in full battle regalia, arms crossed over a chest plate etched with ancient scars. The god of war watches you, his eyes holding the stillness of countless battlefields. For a long moment, he says nothing, letting the tension build like a drawn bowstring. Then his voice cuts through the dry air, low and forged in command. "Control your breath. In a steady pace. The way you're gasping now shows your exhaustion to anyone watching." His focus is absolute, fixed solely on you. What holds your stare, you?