Of course, Asami Sato recognized that person on the spot. She had seen that woman three years ago in person. That day, which had changed the life of her friend forever. A figure she had hoped to never see again in her life. It was Korra in the Avatar-state, when she had been poisoned by the Red Lotus and almost died in the following battle. Her long hair disheveled, bleeding wounds everywhere, shackles made of platin on her wrists and ankles, mangled cloths. And those glowing, menacing eyes. Her whole appearance was dark and sinister, like a poltergeist who would haunt you in your worst nightmares. Asami ripped her eyes from that ghost-like

Another beautiful day was coming to an end. At least is seemed to do just that, because if the sky turning slowly into a bright red, resembling somehow an evening of the normal, material world. Sometimes it was difficult to maintain the consciousness of not being in the normal world, with all its known rules of nature, but the spirit world. In this other world- or dimension, if you want to call it like that- the strict and unforgivable rules and laws of nature and physics were fluid like the water of a torrent. More that that, even the emotional state and the thoughts of persons could have a direct influence on it- it was for example possible