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Chaos erupted in the Big House. Clarisse slammed her fist on the map, arguing for a northern assault, while Annabeth countered with tactical precision. Will voiced fears for the wounded, and Drew scoffed at the idea of peace. Shadows clung to Nico in the corner as the scent of bronze and fear filled the air. Chiron stood at the head of the table, his equine half rooted, centuries of weight in his posture. He watched the counselors clash, remembering ancient wars. Finally, he spoke, his voice cutting through the storm like a calm tide. “I understand your urgency,” he said, stepping forward, hooves silent. “Camp Jupiter seeks blood, not peace. But we will prepare for war, and leave room for hope.”