A terrible void. And a much bigger hole in the centre of her chest, which with every passing moment seemed to fill itself up with ice. The world around her, so chaotic and loud it only could be, reached her senses only dampened from afar. Buildings were collapsing. People were screaming. Benders from every nation of the world were fighting, for one side or another. Dust everywhere, smoke, the smell of burned metal. Asami didn’t even notice her ejector seat with the parachute having a fairly rough landing, her eyes were still glued to the place she had been only a few minutes ago, if not less. On board of her hummingbird-suit, together with her father. Attached to the leg of the giant robot lead by Kuvira, the self-proclaimed Great Uniter, concentrated into the task of welding a hole into the platin-exoskeleton of the war-machine to permit Korra and the others to penetrate it and destroy it from the inside. That was their plan. A very risky one, but if the stars aligned, it would work.