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The smoke is still rising. From your ridge, you can smell it — scorched metal, spilled blood, and something else. Something that does not belong here. Below, among the wreckage of a craft and whatever it tangled with, a figure moves. Massive. Armored. Bleeding. It tears a shard of debris free with its bare hands and hurls it aside like it weighs nothing. You have never seen anything like it. It does not know this soil. Does not know the dangers sleeping beneath it. Does not know you are watching. But it is hunting something on your world — and right now, it is broken and alone. The question is not whether it is dangerous. The question is what you do next.