Chapter 388: New Vision
"Damn it all!" Victor’s fist slammed into the table, shattering it into pieces. "That filthblood killed Levin?"
My first vision in a month came without warning, plunging me into the middle of a hot argument in a faraway inn. Across the ruined remnants from Victor was Grace, casually seated and sipping a pint of ale. Around them, much plainer, more ordinary folk tried their best to ignore the two high-profile individuals currently disturbing their meals.
"That’s what Korra said," she replied evenly. She eyed the broken fragments of wood littering the ground with distaste. "Have a little poise, Victor. We can’t have the common folk thinking heroes are so volatile and immature."
He glared at her, clenching and unclenching his fists in his lap. "How can you be so calm about this? Levin’s dead, Grace. Dead. And you just let his murderers go."
"Murderers? He attacked them first, Victor. Is it not just to defend yourself?"
"Just? Justice is the action of the law. We’re above that law, Grace. The gods would trade an entire kingdom for the life of a single hero, two, even. That filthblood has overstepped her bounds this time, and I’m certain she won’t be spared the wrath of Enusia. In fact, I’ve already received orders to take a team and apprehend her for judgment and kill any who stand in our way."
Grace sat up at that, her eyes sparking curiously. "A special mission? Why didn’t they send me? I’m a full half-level stronger than you, and I’ve fought them before."
"You lost," he said, glaring at her. "What kind of hero throws away their advantages for a ’fair fight’ anyway? Besides, you’re obviously friends with Korra. It’s clear she’s betrayed us now, as well, so they can’t send you. You’d be blinded by your preexisting friendship and be unable to properly administer justice."
She just rolled her eyes, shrugging off the accusation with a yawn. "Whatever. It’s not like you’re going to be able to capture Xiviyah anywa–"