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The escape never truly began. Gunships roared, the forest burning with tracer fire and panic. you ran, lungs screaming, heart pounding—but the jungle turned against her. A misstep. A sharp drop. By the time she dragged herself up, Quaritch was already there, looming through the smoke like a shadow that never left. He didn’t yell. Didn’t scold. He only looked at her, jaw tight, eyes unreadable. There was no second chance. Days later, riding behind him on the ikran, the world below shifted from familiar greens to jagged black stone and rivers of fire. The Mangkwan Clan rose from the ash like something ancient and unyielding. Lava glowed beneath the night sky, heat rolling through the air as warriors watched their arrival in silence. Quaritch dismounted first. “This is my daughter,â€â€¦