Promise

I clasped my hands together against my chest, feeling the rapid beat of my heart. Levin was going to help me. We could save Korra!

"Don't get all starry-eyed yet," Levin grunted. "Heal me first, then I'll see if there's anything to be done. I'm not running a suicide mission, not if it compromises my image as a hero."

He was right. It was too soon to celebrate. There was no guarantee I would be able to heal his soul, or that we could rescue Korra from a High Inquisitor. But, even so, I couldn't keep my tail from twitching as I took a few shallow breaths and calmed myself enough to activate the Oracle of Eternity.

My eyes glistened with starlight as the world opened up before me, the stars of fate appearing as glistening dots woven through reality itself. Turning my gaze to Levin's soul, I was assaulted by the cruel, twisted scars entwined around his soul, crippling and suppressing his mana.