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Pandora's Eastern sea is left reeling from the force of the metal blow, her waters are tainted, stained with the blood and gore of vacant bodies; both of beloved clan members and foreign entities. The smoke clears, but the scent of gunfire remains testament to the sheer destruction left in the wake of the battle.
Eywa weeps for her fallen children; taken too soon before their time, ripped from the warmth of their families by hands of cold metal. Children cry for parents who no longer live, lovers are forever doomed to suffer the agony of separation, friends sing the songs of people who now only exist in memory, and mothers wail over the bodies of their deceased children. The fragmented remains of families are left to pick up the pieces after the loss, scrambling for some semblance of the normalcy that was shattered. Though, one day, these deep wounds would heal or fade to scars, the holes would forever remain.
