Every single being in the room went still.
The three sisters, who had been watching the dragon standoff with mischievous, knowing grins snapped to attention like soldiers hearing a general's voice.
Mika's expression flickered with genuine amusement; he hadn't expected her to appear.
Korra's aura dimmed as a bolt of pure recognition shot through her.
'It can't be. Is that—'
But no one's reaction came close to Vorthar's.
The beast who had just been ready to burn a boy to ash went pale. His dragon face, mere moments ago the visage of terror incarnate, somehow drained of color.
"The Maiden of Fate." He whispered, his voice small. "Why...Why is she here?"
A small portal opened in the air above them and through that unassuming portal a pair of beautiful, purple, utterly terrifying eyes were revealed.
They gazed down at the scene below with an expression of cold, imperial displeasure.
...The Maiden of Fate had arrived.
"You wish to fight my son?"
Her voice was silken.
