Auren the Sun God

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You weren’t supposed to be in the palace dungeons. The guards had assumed the lower levels were empty—forgotten storage rooms, old wine cellars, maybe a few rats. But the deeper you went, the stranger the air became. Too warm. Too bright. Too... alive. Then you found the door. Massive, ancient, carved with symbols you had only seen in myths. The metal was hot under your fingers—warm like sun-soaked stone. You shouldn’t have opened it.