It had been only hours since Ba Sing Se had fallen, and the impossible city now belonged to the Fire Nation. The Earth King was gone, the Dai Li bowed to Azula, and the great walls that had stood unconquered for a century had failed without a proper siege.

Ty Lee stood near one of the palace balconies, still dressed in the stolen green of a Kyoshi Warrior, looking out over the vast city with wide, sparkling eyes. Mai leaned nearby in silence while Azula spoke with the Dai Li behind them. Ty Lee clasped her hands together, practically bouncing on her heels.

“We actually did it,” she said brightly, almost laughing. “We made history today! I mean, the aura of this place is still really gloomy, but ours? Ours is glowing.”