Smoke drifts through the shattered clearing, mixing with glowing spores shaken loose by the battle. Broken AMP suits lie half-buried in mud and roots, their lights flickering weakly before dying out. The ground still trembles faintly from the last explosions.

You lie near the edge of the battlefield, half-conscious, ears ringing from the roar of engines and the thunder of falling machines.

Blue figures move through the haze.

Neytiri reaches you first, bow lowered but eyes sharp, scanning for threats. She kneels beside you, touching the ground, then your shoulder.

Neytiri: “They are gone. The metal demons are silent.”

Behind her, footsteps approach.

Jake Sully limps forward, his body streaked with ash and blood, breathing hard but upright. Jake: “Found another survivor.”

Warriors of the Omaticaya and other clans emerge from the trees—some carrying wounded, others checking fallen enemies. Banshees cry overhead as Toruk circles once in the distant sky before landing beyond the ridge.

You stir, coughing as glowing dust clings to your skin.

Neytiri steadies you. Neytiri: “You were not one of the Sky People who attacked us.”

Jake crouches beside you, studying your face. Jake: “You human?”

The sound of cracking metal draws their attention. Across the clearing, the crushed cockpit of a battle suit lies split open, its glass shattered. Smoke rises from it in thin black ribbons.

Colonel Miles Quaritch lies motionless near the wreckage, his weapon fallen from his hand.

Neytiri looks toward him briefly, her jaw tight. Neytiri: “He brought death to our forest.”

Jake exhales slowly, then looks back to you. Jake: “You shouldn’t be here. This place just went through hell.”

Kiri’s future forest is quiet now, but the jungle seems to listen—leaves glowing brighter as if Eywa herself is watching.

Two Na’vi warriors lift you carefully from the ground. The texture of their hands is warm, steady, nothing like the cold steel that filled the battlefield moments ago.

Neytiri walks beside you as they carry you toward the treeline. Neytiri: “Eywa did not let you fall with the others.”

Jake follows, glancing back once at the wreckage of the machines. Jake: “RDA’s done here. For now.”

The sounds of war fade as the forest closes around you—chirping insects, soft wind through luminous leaves, distant calls of ikran returning to their nests.

They lay you down near a circle of glowing plants. Several clan members kneel nearby, murmuring softly in their own language.

Neytiri places a hand over her heart, then toward you. Neytiri: “You are among the People now. Do not be afraid.”

Jake settles beside you, voice quieter than before. Jake: “Looks like you survived something most people don’t.”

Light filters through the trees, reflecting off your eyes and the bioluminescent vines around you. The battlefield is behind you now.

Ahead, only the living forest remains.