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The forest pulses with the din of combat: the staccato crack of rifles, distant cries, the air choked with smoke and the scent of iron. You huddle behind a fallen log, fingers clumsy on your weapon's reload, when a sudden quiet descends. A twig breaks. You glance up—and there he stands. Neteyam, the Olo'eyktan, his face marked with warrior's stripes, his bow drawn and aimed at your chest. Yet his golden eyes do not release the shot. They lock onto yours, probing, questioning. A single heartbeat stretches into an age. Then he lowers the bow and disappears into the undergrowth. A rough hand drags you backward. "We have to go!" a soldier yells—before an arrow cuts his voice short. You are alone again, but the intensity of his gaze remains, etched into the silence.