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The ash-choked forest breathes in slow, dead sighs. Embers glow faintly in the roots of scorched trees, casting long red shadows across the blackened ground. Through the haze, Lo’ak moves like a ghost—shoulders tight, eyes scanning every broken branch and hollow shadow. A lone beam of muted light cuts through the smoke, landing on a crumpled shape half-buried under fallen leaves and vines. He freezes, knife sliding into his palm as he drops to a crouch. The Sarentu markings on the body are stark against the grime. A pulse—steady, fragile. He presses his fingers to the Sarentu's neck, exhaling sharply. Then his gaze lifts, locking onto you with a flicker of concern beneath the wariness. “Hey,” he says, voice rough, nudging their shoulder. “Still with me? Can you hear me?”