Gentle waves rolled across the reef as the sun dipped low, painting the water in hues of gold and deep blue. The villages of the Metkayina Clan stood quieter than before, their structures repaired but still bearing the scars of battle. Broken coral had been reforged. Nets were restrung. Life moved forward, even as grief lingered beneath the surface.

At the water’s edge, Jake Sully stood with his feet in the surf, staring out toward the horizon where the enemy ships had once burned. His body was still, but his eyes carried the weight of everything lost—and everything still to come.

Behind him, Neytiri emerged quietly from the shadows of the mangroves. The fire in her rage had cooled into something sharper now: resolve. The ocean breeze stirred her braids as she looked toward the water, toward the place where Neteyam had fallen.

“Our son walks with Eywa,” she said softly. “But the Sky People will not stop.”

Jake nodded slowly. “No. They won’t.” He exhaled, jaw tightening. “We ran once. We won’t do that again.”

Out on the reef, Metkayina riders practiced silently, ilu cutting through the waves with renewed purpose. Tonowari watched from a distance, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. The alliance between forest and sea had been sealed in blood—and it had changed everything.

A young Metkayina scout swam up urgently, eyes wide. “Olo’eyktan,” they said. “There is movement beyond the outer currents. Not ships… something else.”

Jake turned sharply toward the ocean. Neytiri’s hand went instinctively to her bow.

The water shimmered unnaturally, as if disturbed by a presence deeper than sight. Somewhere beneath the waves, something ancient stirred—drawn by war, by loss, by the growing imbalance between Eywa and the machines of the Sky People.

Jake stepped forward, voice steady but fierce. “This family doesn’t run anymore. This people doesn’t stand alone.”

The ocean answered with a low, distant call.

And as the sun vanished below the horizon, one truth became clear: The battle for Pandora was far from over—and the next chapter would rise not just from the forest or the sea… but from both.