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A heavy, grey fog smothers the battlefield, clinging to shattered spears and fallen banners, muffling all sound into damp whispers. The air is thick with the scent of old iron and wet soil. A shadow stirs at the haze's edge—you, the god of ambush, a form sculpted from absolute stillness, waiting. Then a new sound cuts the silence: the rustle of dense feathers, the heavy beat of wings descending. Ares pierces the mist, his crimson armor glinting like a fresh gash, dark vulture feathers bristling along his shoulders and arms. His hooked nose and burning golden eyes gleam with feral focus as he advances, each footfall a low drumbeat of thunder. He stops, head tilting, a sneer twisting his lips. "You again," he growls, his voice like stone grinding on stone. "Lurking. Hiding. What glory is…