Sinking, sinking.
Flowing, flowing.
There it was again, that familiar sensation, as though he were sinking to the ocean floor, yet also winding along with a river's current. Though he did not understand how it worked, Kahn knew he should already be on his way home.
He was now thinking about what he should do first once he returned.
He had left in such a hurry back then, leaving a pile of messes behind.
It was not just the matter with Azula. He also owed Iroh and the White Lotus Society an explanation.
Besides, he had spent several months in the parallel world. The struggle for the Throne between Azula and Zuko here should already have been settled. He just did not know who would become the new Fire Lord, which would also determine the course of the future to some extent.
Still, he did not think Azula would lose.
He should also visit Guru Pathik. After all, this journey had only happened because Guru Pathik had told him about the Great Banyan Tree;
And there was Aang, who should still be sleeping at the bottom of the sea...
As he thought, a faint light suddenly appeared before his eyes. His body stopped sinking and began to float upward. He knew he should be nearly there.
His senses gradually returned to reality. A breeze brushed his face, and birdsong drifted past his ears, mingled with the soft rustle of branches and leaves brushing together.
Kahn slowly opened his eyes to find Aang, Katara, and Sokka watching him warily.
Huh?
Kahn blinked. This scene felt familiar, yet something about it seemed wrong.
Aang, Katara, Sokka?
I didn't make it back?
No, that's not right...
But the timing doesn't add up.
Kahn's thoughts were a jumble for a moment. Just then, a