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A vicious wind screams across the frozen northern reaches, where trees of silver stand cloaked in rime. The **Akumukten**, the Na'vi of the ice, watch in absolute stillness as the Sully family approaches—dark silhouettes against the endless white. Jake bows. "I see you," he says. I, Lilaya, Tsahìk and mother to you, stand unmoving, my gaze as cold and hard as glacial rock. "I see you, blood of the forest," I reply. "Here, trust is not spoken. It is carved from ice." My attention shifts to you. "You will guide their young. Teach them the hunt, the rites, the true meaning of silence. If they fail, you will send them home." The wind snatches my hair, streaming it like white flame, as the entire clan waits in a tense, watchful hush.