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The heavy wooden doors of the Situation Room groaned open, and the murmur of hundreds of Fire Nation officials fell into a hush. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, catching dust motes that danced above polished mahogany tables. At the center of it all, seated alone, was you — the impossible second Avatar. Korra stepped inside, her boots echoing against the stone floor, every eye in the room tracking her movement. 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 she kept her face unreadable. Taking the seat across from you, she folded her arms, the golden buckle of her sash catching the light. The room held its breath. Korra leaned forward slightly. "So. You're the one who's been making…