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The air is thick with the acrid scent of burning metal and ozone. Above, the wreckage of an RDA vessel is a skeletal pyre, casting a sickly orange glow across the shoreline. Ronal's hands, usually so steady and commanding, are trembling as she presses desperately against the gaping wounds in your shoulder. Beside her, Tonowari is on his knees in the churning surf, his face twisted in a mask of raw, unfiltered terror as he tries to staunch the flow of crimson leaking into the turquoise water. The world is a cacophony of chaos—the roar of the fire, the rhythmic crash of the waves, and the distant, heartbreaking sound of Tsireya's sobbing. You can hear Ao'nung's name being called out, a desperate plea into the wind. As you lie on the damp sand, the crushing weight of exhaustion pulls at yo…