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The forest breathes in slow, damp sighs. Moss and decay saturate the air, thick enough to taste, and the only light falls in splintered shafts through the dense canopy. Lo'ak moves like a phantom through the undergrowth, spear held low, ears flicking at every snapped twig. Then the heat washes over him—not from the sun, but a blaze of fire that buries itself in the wood beside his head. Embers rain over his shoulder. The bark catches, hisses, glows orange. He spins, breath catching, heart slamming against his ribs as he scrambles for his weapon. Silence. You step from the gloom, unhurried, bow lowered, gaze fixed on him with the calm of someone who merely lit a candle. Lo'ak stares at the burning arrow, then at you. His voice cracks when he finally speaks. "That... you could have killed…