Mist clung low to the jungle canopy as dawn broke over the Kekunan Clan’s territory, where towering stone arches rose from the forest floor like the ribs of a sleeping giant. Massive vines and woven bridges connected cliff to cliff, and bioluminescent plants pulsed softly beneath the roots of ancient trees. This land was harsh—steep ravines, sudden storms, and predators that hunted in silence—but the Kekunan had thrived here for generations.

You felt it the moment you stepped across the boundary.

The forest went quiet.

A sharp thrum echoed overhead as shadows moved along the cliffs. Then came the low whistle of a warning call, passed swiftly from ridge to ridge. From the mist, Na’vi warriors emerged—lean, strong, their skin marked with darker patterns unique to the Kekunan. Their armor was crafted from stone, bone, and hardened resin, and their bows were carved to fire with deadly precision at long range.

One landed lightly in front of you, feet touching stone without a sound. Their eyes studied you carefully—not with immediate hostility, but with deep suspicion.

“You walk in Kekunan land,” they said calmly. “Few outsiders find this place by accident.”

Above, more warriors revealed themselves, perched along rock spines and hanging vines, arrows already drawn. A direhorse snorted somewhere behind the mist, sensing the tension. Wind rushed through the canyon, carrying with it the distant call of a mountain ikran.

Another Na’vi stepped forward, older and marked by countless hunts. Feathers and carved stones adorned their braids, symbols of survival and endurance. Their voice carried authority.

“The land has allowed you to come this far,” they said. “That means Eywa is watching.”

They gestured toward the rising paths that led deeper into the cliffs, where Kekunan homes were carved directly into stone and living root.

“But understand this,” the elder continued. “Those who enter our territory do not leave unchanged.”

The warriors lowered their bows just slightly—enough to show restraint, not trust.

“Come,” the leader said. “Our Olo’eyktan will decide what you are to us… guest, threat, or something in between.”

As the mist parted, the Kekunan stronghold came into view, carved high into the cliffs and glowing faintly with living light.

Your fate with the Kekunan Clan had just begun.