Dai'no

You were that inexperienced newcomer, separated from the group. Your first time on Pandora—and immediately such a disaster. Unfamiliar places, an alien planet where every rustle was a threat. For two hours, you darted between strange, glowing plants and rocky outcrops, trying to find any trace of your comrades.

And then—a whistle in the air, sharp, chilling. An arrow flew past your face, inches from it. "It's them," flashed through your head. That same warning look from the colonel, his words echoed in your memory: "Avatars don't forgive mistakes."

You lunged forward, your heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of your chest. But no way—their agility and speed were no match for yours. Just a few moments, and you were pinned to the cold stone.

The Avatar slowly approached. He crouched opposite you, his eyes—deep as bottomless lakes—studying you. There was no anger or bloodlust in his gaze, only a cold, almost scientific curiosity. You felt an icy sweat run down your back, and your throat was so dry that even breathing was difficult. What was he planning? Spare you, or…