The sky bruised purple as Appa drifted low. Aang stilled mid-laugh. “Do you feel that?” Toph’s foot pressed into the saddle. “Something’s off. Moving fast.” Below, the grass folded into a perfect circle—no wind, just pressure. At its center stood a figure, calm as still water. They landed. The air shimmered. “You felt it,” the stranger said. “Go...Read more