Rohan and Aria trudged through the dense underbrush, their senses heightened as they scanned their surroundings for any sign of sustenance. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the canopy overhead seemed to filter the sunlight, casting the forest floor in a dim, emerald green hue.

Suddenly, Aria's eyes locked onto something in the distance. She grasped Rohan's arm, her grip tightening as she pulled him towards the object of her attention. "Look," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling of leaves.

As they approached, Rohan's stomach churned with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Before them lay a carcass, its body eerily reminiscent of the deer that roamed Earth, yet larger and more imposing, with hooves that seemed capable of shattering steel. The belly region was torn open, revealing a mess of entrails and gore.

Rohan's eyes scanned the surrounding area, taking in the signs of struggle that scarred the forest floor. The earth was trampled, leaves scattered, and branches snapped, telling the tale of a desperate fight for survival.

Aria's voice was barely above a whisper. "What do you think killed it?"

Rohan shook his head, his eyes still scanning the area. "I don't know, but we need to be careful. Whatever did this could still be out there."

As they stood there, the silence seemed to grow thicker, punctuated only by the distant call of a bird and the soft rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze. Rohan's hand instinctively went to the makeshift weapon at his side, his heart pounding in anticipation of what might be lurking in the shadows.

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Rohan's gaze fell upon his empty hands, a sense of desperation creeping in. Without his sword, he felt lost and vulnerable. He had always relied on his blade to protect him, to make him feel invincible. But now, without it, he was just a helpless mortal.

"I don't know how to fight without a sword," he admitted, his voice laced with frustration. "I've never learned martial arts or hand-to-hand combat. I'm useless like this."

Aria's expression turned sympathetic, but Rohan could sense a hint of concern behind her eyes. She knew as well as he did that their situation was precarious, and his lack of combat skills only made it worse.

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Rohan sighed, feeling a pang of regret. He had chosen Aria over Captain Chen, and now he wondered if that had been a mistake. Captain Chen was a master of hand-to-hand combat, with years of martial arts training and a reputation for being unbeatable in close quarters. He would have been a valuable asset in their current situation, where Rohan's lack of combat skills made him feel vulnerable.

Aria, on the other hand, was specialized in supporting roles, her skills lying in hacking, strategy, and logistics. While she was incredibly talented in her own right, Rohan couldn't shake the feeling that he had made a mistake by not choosing Captain Chen's combat expertise.

As they stood there, the forest seemed to grow darker, the shadows deepening into menacing silhouettes. Rohan's heart raced, his senses on high alert, as he wondered what other dangers lurked in the unknown, waiting to exploit his weaknesses.

Rohan took a deep breath, trying to clear his mind. He couldn't change the past, couldn't undo his choice. Aria was with him now, and he had to focus on their present situation.

As he thought about it, he realized that Aria was the best choice he could have made. With her by his side, he felt a sense of peace, a sense of calm that he wouldn't have had with Captain Chen. But that calm was shattered by their current predicament.

Rohan's eyes snapped open, his mind racing with the realization that he was helpless to protect Aria. He felt a surge of fear, of responsibility, as he gazed at her.

But before he could spiral into despair, Aria's voice cut through his thoughts. "Rohan, wake up," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "We can't change what's happened. We have to focus on surviving."

Rohan's gaze met hers, and he saw understanding there, saw that she knew his fears, his doubts.

"It's not your fault," she said, her voice softening. "We're all in this together. We all have to put our lives on the line to survive, to help each other through the danger."

Rohan nodded, feeling a sense of determination rise within him. Aria was right. He couldn't change the past, but he could fight for their future. Together, they could face whatever lay ahead.

With newfound determination, Rohan and Aria began to track back, retracing their steps through the dense forest. They knew they had to survive, and this unforgiving environment was not going to make it easy for them.

As they emerged from the forest, they were greeted by the endless expanse of greenland, stretching out before them like an emerald sea. But instead of feeling a sense of relief, they were met with a new challenge: where to go now?

Rohan scanned the horizon, his eyes squinting against the bright sunlight. "We can't stay here," he said, his voice laced with uncertainty. "We need to find shelter, food, and water. But where?"

Aria shook her head, her ponytail swishing behind her. "I don't know. We can't see any landmarks, any signs of civilization. We're completely alone out here."

Rohan's gaze fell upon the endless greenland, feeling a sense of trepidation. They were adrift in a sea of uncertainty, with no clear direction to follow.

"Let's keep moving," he said finally, his voice firm. "We'll find something. We have to."

Aria nodded, and together they set off across the greenland, their footsteps echoing through the stillness. But as they walked, the silence began to feel oppressive, the vastness of their surroundings weighing heavily on their shoulders.