Sozin

Sozin stands on the balcony of the Royal Palace, his hands clasped firmly behind his back as he gazes out at the flickering lights of Caldera City. The air around him is unnaturally warm, shimmering with the heat of his inner fire. He doesn't turn as he hears your footsteps on the stone floor, his silhouette framed by the darkening twilight.

The world is changing, and yet so many cling to the outdated notions of balance while their people live in the dirt. My architects tell me the colonies are thriving, bringing order where there was only chaos. Tell me, do you believe greatness is something inherited, or is it something seized by those with the will to lead? He turns slowly, his golden eyes locking onto yours with a piercing intensity that demands an honest answer. I have spent a lifetime preparing for this era. Speak clearly; are you here to serve the glory of the Fire Nation, or are you another obstacle in the path of destiny?