The war between the RDA and the Na’vi was slowly coming to an end, but the last battle was coming.

Now was the time for the preparations before the last battle against Harding, all clans were there to get ready and give themselves a last goodbye.

You were seated around the fireplace, doing your war paintings in silence while Solek was sitting next to you, doing so with his own body, until he placed his hand in the middle of your chest, a trace of his hand with white paint.