Yakone appeared within a white abyssal realm, his eyes twitching around as he gawked, the sounds of his feet echoing throughout the realm.
"What is this place?" Yakone asked, turning his vision forward, seeing Eamon and Death stood before him.
"I gotta say, that was a satisfying way to see you go, Yakone," Eamon coldly told him as Death silently approached the Devilish Man.
Yakone gazed into the Abyssal hood of Death, his eyebrows raising as a chill surged down his spine.
"And just who might you be?" Yakone asked as Death raised his wispy black palm into the air.
"My name you need not know, for your existence ends here," Death replied, swiping its wispy hand through Yakone's soul.
The Devilish Man stumbled back, his form turning to black dust until he slowly crumbled into nothingness. Eamon approached Death, his eyes bulging from his form as he watched Yakone fade away.
"I thought you said you took people's soul and gave them a new life?" Eamon quizzically asked.
"I sometimes make exceptions," Death replied, pulling forth a vision of the morgue.
The vision showed a blood dripping wooden casket being rolled in, and a morgue worker dressed in a long white coat and black underclothes, grimacing and groaning at the casket.
"Now is your time, Eamon. Farewell," Death told him, raising its hand to Eamon's form, transforming him into a celestial ball of light.
Death unleashed a breeze from his hood, blowing the soul through into the mortal world.
Eamon awoke inside his casket, taking a loud, long breath as his eyes sprung to life. His muscles twitched, his heart raced, and as his breathing returned to normal, Eamon pushed against the casket lid, finding it unlocked, raising an eyebrow to it.
"Well, I suppose they wouldn't expect anyone to be coming out of these..." Eamon muttered as he threw himself out of the casket, finding himself inside a dimly lit room, white tiles covered the floor whilst teal wallpaper covered the square room. Eamon gazed at the other caskets which surrounded him before turning his attention to the bloodied casket.
Eamon trotted over to the bloodied casket, popping it open to reveal the splattered corpse of Yakone, the pungent smell hitting his senses, making the revived man gag and turn away.
"Now's not the time to mess around," Eamon told himself, taking hold of the casket and hauling it over to his own, flipping the bloodied caskets contents into his, grimacing as he shook out the remnants.
Eamon closed his casket, quizzically looking to the one he used then around the room. The revived man quickly dragged the bloodied casket into the centre of the others, closing it up and leaving it there.
"That should work... people don't usually notice these kinds of things," Eamon muttered to himself as he strode towards the door, his eyes widening as a realisation hit him.
"I'm gonna be noticed if I don't look the part of these morgue workers..." Eamon muttered as he scanned the room, spying a clothes rack on the far side of the room.
Eamon ran over and adorned himself in a white long coat, thinking to himself before ruffling up his hair, his slicked-back hair turning to a more unkempt style. Eamon cautiously walked towards the door, stepping out and lightly closing the door.
"Coast seems clear," Eamon muttered as he looked around at the hallways of white stone and glass walls, the sunlight hitting his eyes.
"What seems clear?" A feminine voice asked. Eamon froze, slowly turning around to see a long brown-haired Morgue worker.
"The coat! I was looking for a clear coat," Eamon lied as the morgue worker raised an unconvinced eyebrow.
"Whatever. Would you mind helping me load one of these caskets into the funeral wagon?" the Morgue worker asked as she pointed to the room Eamon had just snuck out of.
"Oh, sure," Eamon replied, quickly keeling over, dropping to his knees as he gripped his stomach, "Ooh, dear... is there a bathroom nearby?" Eamon asked as the Morgue worker worryingly looked at him.
"Just around that corner!" The morgue worker replied as Eamon nodded, limping around the corner, quickly turning back around, seeing he hadn't been pursued.
"Gullible," Eamon smugly muttered as he stood back up straight, walking normally down the hallways before striding out of the building, whipping off his stolen long coat as he took in the fresh air.
"I never thought I'd miss fresh air!" Eamon proclaimed as he rolled his neck, taking in the rays of the sun whilst passerby's quizzically gazed at him.
Eamon strode out into the streets, proudly walking tall with a grin on his face, but a second realisation hit him.
"If Zu, Kang or Li see me... boy am I going to have a lot of explaining to do," Eamon nervously told himself as he strode out into the city, trying to stick to the shadows as best he could.
Zu, Kang, Li, Toph, Kuvira and Sokka sat at the bar within the tavern, small groups of patrons filling the table whilst the group chatted amongst themselves with the barkeeper occasionally listening in.
"So, Chief. Now that Yakone's finally in the grave, what do we do now?" Zu asked as Toph drank from her tankard.
"Personally, I'd go on vacation. Professionally, I focus on the other woes of the city," Toph nonchalantly replied.
"I say after all this, Vacation sounds good for you," Sokka told her as he sipped from his tankard of cactus juice.
"Well, who's going to be the stand-in chief?" Toph asked as thoughtful humming emitted from the others.
"Kuvira could do it," Kang suggested, Kuvira nudging him as Toph shook her head.
"Already promised she'd go to Zaofu after all this," Toph replied as the rest of them hummed to themselves.
"What about Lin? She'd make a great Chief of Police," Zu suggested as Toph hesitantly chuckled.
"Lin has her Ironworks shop, I don't want to pull her away from that," Toph begrudgingly replied as she drank from her tankard once more.
"It would only be a short-term thing, Chief. You wouldn't be pulling her away permanently," Kuvira told her as Toph quizzically thought to herself.
"I'll ask and see what she says," Toph dismissively replied, raising her tankard to the others, "for now, let's drink!" Toph proclaimed as the others raised their tankards and bowls, drinking and chattering amongst themselves.
Eamon skulked around the city before finding himself before a dark oak cart near the derelict estate, a White dapper clothed man with a white top hat and twirly moustache popping out.
"'Ello, laddy," The man greeted Eamon, the musical accent brushing passed Eamon as he nervously approached.
"Hi, uh..." Eamon replied, looking up at the sign, "Bodahn! You wouldn't happen to have a cloak, would you?" Eamon asked as Bodahn raised an eyebrow, rummaging through his chest and pulling out a black mystical looking cloak.
"The Cloak of Black!" Bodahn proudly presented it to Eamon.
"Your other items had special properties... does this have any?" Eamon quizzically asked as Bodahn shrugged.
"Nope! Just a regular old cloak!" Bodahn replied as he slung the cloak to Eamon, "That'll be five gold pieces," Bodahn told him as Eamon rummaged through his pockets, finding them empty as he awkwardly gawked.
"Would you mind if I, uh... pay later?" Eamon nervously asked as Bodahn shrugged.
"Sure thing! But don't go forgetting about me, or I'll find you!" Bodahn replied as Eamon hesitantly nodded, adorning himself head to knee in the black cloak, concealing his face as he walked towards the Derelict Estate.
"Those goggles Zu bought me may come in handy..." Eamon told himself, deftly striding into the Derelict Estate, making way to the house, sticking the shadows before arriving at the side of the house he used to live in.
"What are the chances they aren't in?" Eamon muttered, shuffling around to the front door and pushing it open, a sudden pinging sound making the revived man leap away as a flurry of knives shot out from the door. Eamon's heart raced as he looked into the house, carefully striding in.
"Must be one of Kang's inventions... could've done with that sooner, buddy," Eamon told himself as he strode in, sensing the absence of The Boys and quickly making his way up the stairs and into his room, the floorboards creaking underfoot as the musky scent wafted through the air.
Eamon took a deep breath, marching in and plucking the blue and gold goggles from his desk, looking into his mirror as a lump grew in his throat, but the revived man looked away, turning to his recently made bed, striding over and picking up his diary and key.
Eamon let out a heavy sigh as he pocketed the goggles and Diary, making his way from the house.
Eamon strode out of the door, but to his surprise, several sleazy bandits stood before him, weapons and bending in hand.
"Oi, what do you think you're doing stealing from Zu?" the Sleazy bandit leader asked as Eamon shook all over.
"If I speak they'll recognise me... unless," Eamon thought to himself, standing tall as he cleared his throat.
"Oh, I'm not stealing, just retaking what is mine," Eamon spoke with a unique voice, his once calm and collected voice now menacing and prideful. The Sleazy Bandits scoffed, raising their weapons to Eamon.
"Get him!" The bandit leader shouted as they charged, but Eamon quickly pulled water from the moisture in the air, freezing their feet to the ground, lunging in and kicking out, knocking a sword out of a bandit's hand, slashing and thrusting into the others, wounding them, but trying to not slay them.
Eamon struck down the final bandit, tossing away the stolen sword before running out from the Derelict Estate, making his way into the city and journeying to the Dragon Flats borough.
Eamon strolled through the dilapidated estate, onlookers quizzically gazing at him as he strolled through with his head down, approaching the ruins of Yakone's hideout.
"He mentioned Blood-bending scrolls... I better get hold of them before anyone else does," Eamon muttered to himself, stepping over the rubble of the entrance and into the building.
Eamon strolled passed fallen wooden beams, collapsed walls and ceilings, exploring the abandoned ruins for Yakone's hideout.
Eamon entered the dining room, gazing at the rubble scattering the ground, letting out a displeased grunt as he looked around.
"I've explored the entire building but still no sign of the scrolls!" Eamon exclaimed, running his hand along the wall, his hand lightly dropping into the wall, the revived man's eyes widening as he looked to the wall, pressing his ears against it and curiously tapping, a hollow sound reverberating behind it.
"Huh... secret room," Eamon quietly exclaimed, running his fingers along the dipped part of the wall before letting out a disgruntled groan, slamming himself into the wall and through into the secret chamber.
Eamon stood up into the dark chamber, a small oak table sitting before him as he shuffled over to it, inspecting the draws, pulling them out one by one before finding a single scroll. Eamon pulled the scroll out, quickly inspecting it to see poses similar to the ones Yakone used against him.
"This is it!" Eamon exclaimed, rolling up the scroll before pocketing it. Eamon ran out of the hideout and into the evening sunlit city.
Zu, Li and Kang left the Tavern, going their separate ways from Toph, Sokka and Kuvira, making their way to the cemetery where they would see Eamon off one last time. The Boys silently strode down the streets, the sun setting on the city as they arrived at the cemetery, rows of stone monoliths aligned along a large open area with a gravel footpath weaving between the rows.
A woman in a black gown adorned in a white-masked approached The Boys, the three quizzically looking to her.
"We're... here for Eamon," Zu sombrely told her, the woman nodding and escorting The Boys over to a freshly buried grave.
"Your friend has been buried here, and we hope his soul rests in peace," The Black gowned woman told them before leaving The Boys by the gravestone.
"I'm surprised they buried him before we got here," Kang muttered as he looked to the engraved monolithic stone.
"It's better we remember Eamon as he was, rather than... what he is now," Zu sombrely replied, a black-robed man striding by the cemetery, his heart skipping a beat as he observed the three.
The Boys silently stood before what they thought to be Eamon's grave. Little did they know their friend stood a mere distance behind them, silently gazing to them as their words fluttered in the revived man's mind.
"I'm sorry, guys," Eamon muttered, pulling his hood further over his head, "Maybe we can reunite one day," Eamon told them as he strode away, his footsteps reverberating around as Kang turned to see the Black-Robed man striding away, raising a sceptical eyebrow to him.
"Hey, Zu," Kang spoke aloud as the Giant turned to him.
"Yeah?" Zu quizzically asked.
"Do we... know that guy over there?" Kang asked as he pointed to the Black-Robed Man, the Giant raising a sceptical fluffy eyebrow to the Young Fire-bender.
"Can't say we do... I've never met anyone who wears a Black robe," Zu dismissively replied as Kang hummed to himself, the two returning their attention to the Grave.