Sylas
It had already been an hour since they entered the new world, and yet nothing had changed. The portal to the other world stubbornly refused to open no matter how many times General Iroh forced his power into it.
Sylas had lost count of how many times he paced around the arena, his eyes locked on the massive crystal that displayed the students inside.
Two of them were already dead, and he feared more would soon follow, for it appeared there was no escape. They were stranded on a lonely hill, surrounded on all sides by a roaring sea of fire that licked at the heavens.
He wondered how long the students could endure such a torment without losing their minds.
How had this happened? General Iroh did not make mistakes, especially not when sending students into the worlds he created. But the more Sylas thought about it, the more it seemed as though Ryn himself was the target. And if that was the case… who could be powerful enough to target him?
