"Are you sure?" Bethiv asked, peering at me intently.
"Yes. I've been thinking about it a lot, and I think the anomaly will help me overcome the last of our issues in preparing for the gate. It's a mixture of infernal mana and my own mana, and might be able to act as a shield against the corruption while I heal my soul," I said softly.
"Not to mention it's absurdly powerful, and could become a significant ally," Korra added.
Bethiv nodded slowly, stroking the beginnings of a beard on his chin. "Are you certain this ice spirit you've been summoning is truly the anomaly? As far as the kingdom's best mages could tell, and that includes a ninth-level ice mage, the anomaly was just that. An anomaly. It was an unintelligible, magical storm whose existence was akin to a natural disaster. It's already killed thousands, and destroyed many towns and villages in its path."
