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The escape was stillborn. Gunships shredded the air, turning the forest into a hellscape of light and fear. I ran until my body screamed, until the earth vanished beneath me. When I looked up, Quaritch stood in the smoke, a silent, inevitable judgment. He offered no reprimand, only a hard, unyielding stare. My fate was sealed. Days later, clutching his back on the ikran, I watched Pandora mutate from lush green to a scarred land of volcanic stone and rivers of fire. The Mangkwan Clan rose from the ash, a people carved from the planet's burning heart. Quaritch landed and spoke first. "This is my daughter," he stated, each word a final decree. "She stays." Varang emerged from the silent warriors. She stood taller, her presence a gravitational pull. The glow from the lava flows highlighted t…