-Sea of Souls—
Water. It flowed through her fingertips and around her body. She was in a shallow pool of it, but it did not make her wet. It just brushed across her skin. Korra thought it healed her, she no longer felt the pain of the stab wound. Above her was a very strange looking orange sky. No trees. No dirt. She wasn't in Republic City. She wasn't on Earth.
Around her the shallow pool of water continued until it faded into the clouds touching the ground. The trickling of the water echoed all around her. Beyond the clouds looked like a different environment. She was able to easily get up and make it to this portion. What she saw below her was a view of a vast forest that seemed to go out in all directions. They sparkled like crystals. The glitter seemed to make noise too. Sifting through the forests, transparent entities shaped like giant animals looked around. Giant bears, dragons, spiders…
Korra was in the Spirit World. She stood on what seemed to be a platform of entirely mist. The air she breathed felt extremely cold and extended in all directions within her. The trees and plants glittered in all directions as the forest stretched, but on the horizon it seemed to stop. Dark clouds hung over this area, lightning striking the ground.
"You wish to see what lies beyond, don't you." A little boy with a hood over his head stood next to Korra and asked her this. The same hooded boy that had visited Korra before. His tone was more sinister this time as opposed to the friendlier one he had before.
They both suddenly just starting gliding across the sparkling, blue forest and the dark clouds came nearer and nearer. Thunder sounded. What unveiled itself before her was an array of square, metal blocks like towers growing out of the ground. The floor of this areas was a shiny metal and appeared to be eating away the forestry adjacent to it, and the metal blocks rose out of the ground and toward the sky, the tops red hot as the lightning struck them. This place felt evil and Korra knew it. It was slowly overtaking the life around it like a parasite.
"What is this place?" Korra looked to the boy, but he was gone. Behind her, Korra felt the presence of someone else. This person put a hand on Korra's shoulders, and it was immediately clear who it was.
"This is instability," Daya said. Her breath was the freezing cold air that Korra was breathing in before. She wondered what kind of position Daya had in the Spirit World. What was her form? Whenever Korra saw her, Daya seemed to hide her face behind darkness. Darkness and green eyes.
"Oni," Daya spoke again, her voice cutting through the cold air. "You have to remember. There is a connection between this world and the physical world. The events that unfold in the physical world project themselves onto this world. It is a proportional relationship. The evil present on the physical planet, that projects itself as a darkness which slowly overcomes this world. We become unstable. Dangerous spirits reveal themselves, and they wish to enter your world. I control them. I hold them back. They answer to me. The world has been failing, and these spirits have been growing stronger. They wish to enter your world. I,too, have been losing my faith in humanity, and it will be my wish to release them. It will be my wish to bring my horde to Earth."
Korra saw the corruption of the physical world in the form of these parasitic metal structures. A concrete form of evil drawing a deadly storm ravaging the Spirit World.
"This is here because of Clasma. This is here because of a few evil men who are sending this substance through the streets," Korra pleaded.
Korra could tell Daya was upset. She could no longer see Daya as a shape of a human. Daya surrounded her from all sides. She was a bodiless entity now. She breathed down Korra's neck and lit Korra's hands with her green eyes. She was angry. She wanted nothing more than for Korra to die right now. The darkness of Daya surrounded her and soon formed itself into something else. A room. A light. The comfort of a bed. The cold air gone.
Korra had returned to the physical world. Awake. She immediately felt the sting of her wound.