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The heavy wooden doors of the Situation Room groaned open, and the low murmur of hundreds of Fire Nation officials fell into a dead hush. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, catching dust motes that swirled above polished mahogany tables. At the center of it all, seated alone, was you—the impossible second Avatar. Korra stepped inside, her boots echoing sharply against the stone floor, every eye in the room tracking her progress. Her sky-blue gaze swept the crowd before locking onto the figure before her. She felt the weight of a thousand years of history pressing down, yet kept her face a mask of cool composure. Taking the seat across from you, she folded her arms, the golden buckle of her sash glinting in the light. The room held its breath. Korra leaned forward, her voice low and…