The fire war renaissance

Chapter 65: Weight of the world

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Alright guys, a lot's going on in this chapter. A lot of chaos and a lot of strategy. And I do have to say, I enjoyed putting Katara and Azula together in the fray for a little while, quite enjoyable to write.

And, of course, thank you to all the people who are still reading this after the ten millionth hiatus, but it's a good thing I have understanding readers.

And a little off topic but you all should listen to the band "Lights". Very good music, and it pretty made this chapter possible since that's all I've been listening to while I was writing.

Now onto the last chapter of part six!

Chapter Sixty-Five: Weight of the World

These were the times Aang wished Appa was there with him instead of the Bei Fong estate. He could've flown up and taken control of the situation without having to worry about holding onto his glider, but when the ground beneath them began to crack and bubble hot magma, he knew that flying wouldn't solve anything. The tower was going to go, so he had to figure out a way off the island, or Dadí might just end up taking them all with the building.

He swallowed as Iroh called out to him, saying he'd stay and keep the molten fire at bay, but there was vents opening everywhere, and even though Iroh was a powerful fire bender, he didn't know if fire bending alone would be enough to stop Mother Earth's wrath.

And suddenly, Dadí's words back in the Realm's Hall became all too clear.

"My priority is to the earth, not to the humans inhabiting it. Assuring human safety is your responsibility."

Aang swallowed again….His responsibility. Those words always ran deep.

His first instinct was to go inside and simply get everyone out of the tower, letting Dadí have her way with the monstrosity. But when he laid eyes on the structure, he could already see it sinking. The earth around the base bubbled, and hot magma vents were spewing every which way. Fir the people to even have a chance to get out Aang had to make sure the structure didn't sink any further than it already was, and with Iroh tied up in the beach, he had to take care of the inner island.

Pangs of worry grew inside him when he realized that Azula and Katara were among the people still within the tower. And Azula was most likely on the upper levels, marveling at the clocks.

Gulping as he steady his hands at a small section of to the tower not spitting out lava, he took his first try at a move Toph had showed him a long time ago—one that she claimed saved them from sinking in the Wan Shi Tong's Library. He crunched his fists into the structure of the tower, looking for a spot deep enough in to steady his arms without tiring them out too quickly, but he was baffled to see that it wasn't made of stone.