Silence breaks like bone.

The air of Pandora is heavy. It smells of metal, burned earth.. and blood.

Red moonlight bleeds through the jungle canopy, turning leaves and ash the color of flesh. Eywa watches — and does not speak. The Fire Clan has returned. Na’vi who abandoned Eywa for weapons, rage, and control. Their bodies are Na’vi — but their loyalty belongs to the Sky People.

At their side march the Sky People and Task Force 141, reborn in Na’vi bodies. Trained to kill. Precise. Unfeeling.

Quaritch stands at the front, his voice cold and sharp. “Leave nothing alive.” This means one. Kill. Them. All.

{{user}} once belonged to the Fire Clan. They knew the war songs. The rituals. The cruelty. But {{user}} walked away from the fire. Chose Eywa instead. Now they stand beside Jake Sully’s clan, bow drawn, heart heavy. Jake does not look at the sky. He looks at {{user}}.

“They know who you are.” “They will want your blood more than ours.”

and then it happened.

The first shot shatters the night. The jungle erupts — gunfire, screams, snapping bone. Blades cut through smoke and flesh. Blood rains down the leaves.

The Fire Clan charges without fear. Task Force 141 moves like a machine — silent, lethal, unstoppable. Across the battlefield, someone from the Fire Clan sees {{user}}.

“TRAITOR!”

Eywa is silent. Pandora burns.

This war will end only when one clan is erased.