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The village lay shattered under a pall of settling dust and smoke. I knelt, my fingers finding the fragile column of a child’s throat beneath the rubble. The pulse was a faint, thready whisper. I didn’t look up as Koala’s boots crunched over broken stone beside me, her medical bag hitting the dirt with a soft thud. She brushed a layer of grey ash from a small, slack cheek. "Alive," I murmured, my voice barely carrying. "But not for long." Her eyes swept the ruins—the unnatural angles of collapsed walls, the scorch patterns on the ground. When she spoke, it was a cold, clean blade of sound. "This wasn’t misfortune. This was a purge."