"Very perceptive," Fyren said. "For all of his intelligence, your wolf is still a wolf. They view things in straightforward terms. Things like 'danger,' 'hungry,' and 'protect.' There's nothing more than vague impressions for the demons to draw from, no material, so to speak, with which to build. Animals and beasts are ideal for destroying them."
"How powerful was this gate that you couldn't clear it on your own?" Aerion asked. "Forgive the assumption, but you seem remarkably powerful on your own, and I suspect there's much of your strength you've kept hidden."
"Eighth."
I started to nod, then froze, my tail going stiff. "E-Eighth?"
It was rare a single word held that much power, but this one did. It silenced the courtyard so that even Korra and Gayron quieted, looking over to see if something had happened.
