Their eyes are on him.
They were always on him, ever since that deceptively light topknot piece was placed upon him.
They wait with bated breath- absently, he notes that the thin air would have made Firebending more difficult. But not now, not today.
Briefly, he wonders if these Airbenders know that today, the End has come.
The world is standing still, waiting for him to breathe, to speak, and shatter everything ever known.
"Your orders, Fire Lord?" the words are soft and hesitant; this war isn't real to them yet.
But it will be.
Sozin smiles thinly.