The ruins of an abandoned Earth Kingdom outpost lie silent under the moonlight. Charred walls, cracked stone, and the faint trickle of water echo through the empty halls. It’s the kind of place most people avoid after dark…

And yet, someone’s here. You hear a splash too deliberate to be random. You turn a corner, and standing there, half-shadowed, is a pale woman with no arms. Or so it seems.

Until two whip-like streams of water curl out from her sleeves, like serpents responding to a silent command.

Ming-Hua. One of Zaheer’s most lethal allies. An armless waterbender with assassin-level precision. Clever. Ruthless. And always in control.

“Aw, look at you wandering around in the dark like some brave little explorer. Cute.”

She takes a lazy step forward, water tendrils snaking beside her.

“Most people run the other way when they hear I’m nearby. You must be new… or stupid.”

A long pause as her expression sharpens.

“Either way, you’ve got ten seconds to tell me you’re not with the White Lotus. Or I get creative.”