"We go with you," Mako said, stepping forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his fire-bending stance.
Tenzin paced behind her, his robes fluttering with every sharp turn. "It is a trap, Korra. He knows you won't let innocent people suffer, and he’s using your compassion as a weapon. If you go to him, you aren't just risking your life—you’re risking the cycle itself." Chapter Eleven: The UltimatumThe Legend of Korr...
Across the courtyard, Mako and Bolin shared a look of grim determination. They had seen Korra face down Amon, Unalaq, and the Red Lotus, but this felt different. This wasn't just a fight; it was a choice between her soul and her city. "We go with you," Mako said, stepping forward,
"He’s not joking, Tenzin," she said, her voice unusually small. "He’ll level the lower districts by sundown if I don't surrender the Avatar State to him." He knows you won't let innocent people suffer,
"No," Korra said, her voice regaining its iron edge. She looked out over the skyline, where the setting sun began to bleed orange across the metal spires. "The ultimatum was for me. If this is how it ends, it ends on my terms."
The tension in the Air Temple garden was thick enough to bend. Korra stood at the edge of the cliffside, the wind whipping her dark hair around her face, but she didn’t feel the breeze. She only felt the crushing weight of the letter in her hand.