The night was heavy, like a curtain ready to rise on a different kind of show. Zuko's plan was about to begin. He stood on the hill, looking down at Mandamus, the city below. He had an idea, a way to use the power of many minds to his advantage.
Zuko raised his hands, and something strange happened. His thoughts spread out like ripples in water, touching the minds of the soldiers below. Those soldiers, who were once strong and focused, started to look confused. It was as if their minds were covered in a fog.
Zuko laughed, a cold and eerie sound that filled the air. The soldiers seemed lost, not sure what was happening. The Sphynx's army saw this and saw their chance. They attacked the confused soldiers, and it was clear they had the upper hand.
One soldier, however, had the courage to speak out. "Zuko's a mind-reader, a real psychopath. What else could we expect from someone like him?"
Zuko's eyes burned with anger. In an instant, a surge of energy shot from his fingers, and the soldier fell to the ground, not moving anymore.
"You don't know anything about my father, Kimaro," Zuko said angrily. The name held a weight of secrets and history, things the soldier couldn't understand.
The city of Mandamus, once calm, was now a scene of chaos. The Sphynx's army was winning, and Zuko was at the center of it all, his power on full display.
As the battle continued, the sun started to rise, painting the sky with light. Zuko's laughter changed, becoming triumphant. The battle was going their way, thanks to his power over minds.
The stories of that night would be told for years to come. People would talk about Zuko's true nature, how he was both strong and dangerous. It was clear that he was willing to cross the line between power and madness.
And after everything was over, as Mandamus lay in ruins, the truth was clear: the mind could be a weapon, and Zuko knew how to use it.