"Who the hell are you?" Gayron asked, his lip curling derisively. "I expected someone strong enough to properly greet us. Is this all the mighty Circle has left?"
"No!" I bit my lip, gripping my skirt helplessly. "Don't trust him! He's dangerous."
The Eyes of Fate had been a part of me since I reached the third level. There had never been a time I couldn't see my opponents clearly, and I had come to take that for granted. How scary it must be to live in a world where you couldn't know if you were stronger or weaker than someone. But it was what Korra and Gayron faced every day. Surely, they wouldn't fall for whatever tricks this man had planned.
"Yes, you've done a marvelous job pruning our ranks," the robed figure said. "I am the last Lord of the Circle. You may call me Lord Purpose."
Gayron let go of Korra's hand and drew his sword. "Nah, I don't think I will. You're not important enough to remember."
