Novel & Cerita Avatar: The Northern Air Temple

I stayed with them, pouring what light I could until exhaustion nearly took me. Kai crawled close to his sister, tiny hand reaching out. When he touched her, his light spread gently, sharing warmth. For a moment, she rested. But the pull returned—stronger. The temple was close. Morning came with an ice storm. Nyx hadn’t slept. She held Aria close, voice shaking but proud. “My girl… you’re so strong.” I drove through tears, the road blurring. “She’s strong like you.” The temple rose from the ice like a blade—crystal walls, moonlight glowing even in daylight.

The temple pulsed, alive once more, sigils glowing as ancient purpose reasserted itself. As the final words left Briar’s lips, the air parted — not torn, but drawn aside. Presence flooded the chamber. Warmth and cool stillness coexisted as shapes coalesced slowly, deliberately. Growth came first — Finvarra’s quiet authority filling the space. Then brilliance followed — Acacia’s light refracting like crystal flame. Last came steadiness — Mahina’s strength anchoring the world itself. They stood before them. Gods, returned to the plane of Nethara.