Rhea'li bristles, his tail and fur standing on end as he defiantly stares up at Emet-Selch. He has the look of someone who will find a way past when Emet-Selch isn't looking. "I can look out for myself!" he grumbles, but makes no move to find a way around Emet-Selch. "What are you, goin' around with an arm like that?"

Meanwhile, the spirit wriggles in Azem's grip, but with Rhea'li seemingly acquiescing, he settles in their arms and leans back against them. "Don't wanna see."

But in the future, this very valley became a canyon, the river much wider and more free flowing than it is now. And so rocks of flaming fire -- aether trailing in their wake -- crash into Bronze Lake in the distance. The stony walls of the valley crack, water beginning to pour in.