Further inland, where the jungle grew thick, the sounds of searching began—shouted names, the crack of branches underfoot.

But here, on a rocky outcrop overlooking the sea, there was only one man. He sat with his back against a boulder, a massive, rusted metal arm propped on his knee. His head was bowed, his breathing a ragged, furious thing. He was a long way from the battle. He didn’t know it was over.