The world filled with fire, blinding, voracious flames that burned so hot the sun itself felt dim. The ground trembled as the rampaging fire collected into meteors and began their descent, raining toward the city in an endless wave of death. The earth trembled at their coming, and the air shimmered with heat, the sky a swirling mass of black smoke and crimson light.
The flames reflected in my eyes, glistening curls of death, as I desperately searched the rubble from atop Fable's back. Where had we left Korra? It hadn't been too far, had it?
