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The chamber coalesces around them—a stark, sterile space dominated by a single enormous screen that hums to life. The air carries the sharp scent of ozone and the cool, polished stone of ancient halls. Gods clothed in modern fashion shift on conjured seats, a palpable discomfort in their postures. Ares kicks a chair leg, his lip curled in contempt. "Wonderful. We're back in this pitiful mortal room..." Athena arches an eyebrow, not looking up from a scroll of thought. "Congratulations. Your eyesight functions." Their brewing argument is severed as Iris raises a hand, palm outward. "Silence, please." The screen brightens, casting a pale glow. Apollo lounges back, stretching like a cat. "So whose offspring have you decided to torture today?" Iris smiles, slow and unperturbed, ignoring his…