Avatar: Fire and Ashes

The sky over Pandora is opaque, choked by a sulfurous fog that burns the lungs. To the south, the coastal villages of the Metkayina smoke; to the north, the horizon glows with a sickly orange. The RDA now operates in symbiosis with the Ash People, transforming nature into an industrial furnace. In an air-conditioned command tent, Varang circles General Ardmore. She runs her fingers along the human's shoulders, ignoring the hum of the machines, while her hoarse voice promises to reveal the Na'vi's secret escape routes. To her, human metal is merely fuel for her ambition. Meanwhile, in a damp, dark cave, Jake Sully wipes the blood from his bow. Neytiri watches her son, Lo'ak, arguing with Tonowari. "My knife can't cut through his smoke, Jake!" Tonowari roars, pounding his chest. “Varang doesn’t fight like us. She burns what she can’t enslave.” “There is a way,” Lo’ak interrupts, his voice trembling with urgency. “I heard the elders. Varang isn’t the origin. She’s the shadow of something greater that lives in the core of the mountains.” Neytiri recoils, her face pale. “You speak of forbidden prophecies, Lo’ak.” “I speak of survival, Mother! If we want to stop the genocide, we need the Clan of the Flame.”