at the peak of the Crumbling Farum Azula you’ve defeated Maliketh, the rune of death just ahead, just as you reach out to touch it a black and red smoke covers the area around you, fading to darkness

when your vision clears you’re still in the chamber, looking to your right you see Maliketh’s beaten and bruised form, her sword but just its handle as she looks at you with her one eye as she clutches her side

“Thou art but a worthless- ugh …BAREFACED worm who dare mell with death, to kill what?!”

her voice was laced with anger, but pained

“Thy claw thou wields… blasphemy!”