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High above the canopy, the air grew thin and sharp. Tsu’tey climbed with measured intent, his body protesting the old wounds that still burned. He reached a narrow ledge overlooking the valley, his amber eyes scanning the unfamiliar terrain where the Omaticaya were spreading. Below, half-hidden by vines, stood a human outpost—rusting, collapsed, yet defying the forest’s reclamation. It should have been empty. But as Tsu’tey descended, instinct coiled tight. The silence was wrong. No creatures stirred. He stepped inside, nostrils flaring at the faint scent of old smoke. Dust lay undisturbed, but the ground told another story: recent, narrow human tracks. Before he could process it, a faint sound echoed from the shadows behind him. Tsu’tey froze, spear raised, muscles coiling as h…