Azula stood alone on the balcony of her father's palace, the wind whipping her dark hair into a frenzy as she gazed out over the Ba Sing Se cityscape. The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the sprawling metropolis. It was moments like these that she felt most alive, most connected to the fire that burned within her.

"Azula," Mai said softly, coming to stand beside her. "You've been up here for a while. Are you alright?"

The wind howled around them, as if echoing Azula's fierce determination. And in that moment, Mai knew that Azula's course was set, no matter the cost.