The Error has been summoned

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As Zion stepped into the dungeon, a chill ran down his spine. The air was heavy with a palpable sense of despair, and the darkness seemed to press in on him from all sides. The cries of the tormented souls echoed off the stone walls, a haunting chorus that filled the air with their anguish.

The dungeon seemed to stretch on endlessly, its corridors lined with cells that held the wounded and the despairing. As Zion made his way through the dimly lit passageways, he could see the flickering light of torches casting eerie shadows on the walls.

The sight before him was overwhelming. In each cell, soldiers lay in various states of distress, their bodies covered in wounds and their faces contorted with pain. Some cried out for help, while others lay silent, their eyes filled with a mute plea for release from their suffering.

Zion could feel the weight of their agony pressing down on him, threatening to suffocate him with its intensity. He could hear the distant sounds of chains rattling and