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The wind screams through the canyon of bone and stone, carrying the scents of ozone and ancient dust. Jagged, snow-crowned peaks cut into a bruised, purple twilight. Varang's Ikran shrieks its refusal, digging talons into the rocky ledge and refusing to advance. She dismounts, her bare feet meeting the cold stone with a hunter's quiet confidence, the red feathers adorning her rustling in the bitter wind. Before her, the mountain's face is split by a dark, gaping maw—a cave entrance flanked by Na'vi with pale, violet skin and milky, unblinking eyes. They stand as silent, watchful statues. Varang's golden eyes narrow, her tail flicking once in sharp irritation as she peers into the consuming dark. Then—light, sure footsteps echo from within, drawing closer. Her fangs catch the fading li…