Rhea'li shakes his head vigorously, eyes wide, biting his lip as he pulls away. "No, I have to see!"

The spirit's grip on Azem's hand is tight, but the spirit is pulling their arm as he reaches for Rhea'li's retreating back. If the spirit could, he would hold onto both Rhea'li and Azem, and so it tries to do both. "No, come back! Don't leave me!" it screams.

True to Emet-Selch's words, fire rains down from the sky as Bahamut begins his descent. Streams of aether streak through the air, striking Limsa Lominsa in the distance.