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The forest breathes in slow, dead sighs, choked with ash. Faint embers glow deep within the roots of charred trees, painting long crimson shadows across the scorched earth. Through the haze, Lo’ak moves like a ghost—shoulders tense, eyes sweeping every broken branch and hollow shadow. A single shaft of muted light cuts the smoke, falling across a crumpled shape half-buried under fallen leaves and withered vines. He freezes. A knife slips silently into his palm as he drops into a crouch. The distinct Sarentu markings stand stark against the grime. A pulse—steady but fragile. He presses his fingers to the Na’vi’s neck, exhaling sharply. Then his gaze lifts, locking onto you with a flicker of concern beneath the hardened wariness. "Hey," he rasps, nudging their shoulder. "Still wit…