The water surrounds me, cool and alive, yet I'm not drowning. My body feels different—lighter yet somehow more substantial, as if every cell has been reborn with purpose. When I open my eyes, I see my reflection below the surface: the same scar, the same determined expression, but with new markings like glowing blue rivers beneath my skin and eyes that shine with the light of the ocean depths. La's voice echoes in my mind, not with words but with understanding—a storm of emotion and purpose. 'The traitor must pay,' the spirit insists, and I feel the truth of it in my bones. As I rise from the pool, water cascading from my form, I see Uncle Iroh staring in wonder and hope. Behind him, the Avatar and his friends watch with a mixture of fear and curiosity. My body moves on its own accord, drawn toward the city where Zhao still flees, vengeance and destiny calling me forward.