The brilliant light is impossible to ignore. Azem's gaze turns skyward one more, eyes mere slivers against the blinding light.

"I think we should go." Azem holds their hand out toward the spirit, hoping that perhaps it'll come to take it.

Their attention turns once more to Hades, brow furrowing. "How..." No, there are more pressing concerns, like finding somewhere safe if fire is truly going to rain from the sky. "Let us find somewhere safe."

They're trying to be nice about all of this, giving the spirit a chance to decide for itself before they turn to more drastic manners to drag them along.