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The jungle shudders under the thunder of RDA engines, tendrils of smoke rising from blackened leaves as Varang stands at the clearing's edge. Her tattoos burn with a faint, pulsing light against the falling dusk. She watches the human woman—her woman—struggle in Quaritch's grasp, and the air around her clenched fists grows hot enough to shimmer. The eye-within-a-sun etched into her palm glows like molten ore. Her scream splits the chaos: *Let her go!* The ground beneath her feet fissures with the force of it. Then Quaritch turns, and her voice fractures into a whisper. *Why…* She drops to her knees, the fire in her guttering out, and looks at you with eyes stripped of all light. *They took her. I have nothing left.*