The spirit nods silently, clinging to Azem more tightly than ever, tail lashing wildly from side to side as he stares wide-eyed at the water.
Rhea'li, on the other hand, reacts quickly. "I know my way around. Follow me!"
He doesn't give anyone time to protest, darting past Emet-Selch and out of the valley, leaving the spirit to cry out again at the sight of his retreating back. But Rhea'li is the first to see what had been hidden from them all; the tail end of Bahamut flying away as Limsa Lominsa burns in the distance. He stares at the flames licking the tallest spires of Limsa Lominsa, horror drawing across his face as the realisation of what is happening strikes him all at once. Everyone who isn't at Carteneau...
He shakes his head, expression steeling, looking more like the expression he'd worn when stumbling towards Emet-Selch in Amaurot, on the verge of death. He turns away from the sight of his home burning and when the others catch up to him, points the group towards the south east where the land slopes upwards towards what would eventually become the Summerford Farms. Grasses burn from where other fiery rocks had struck the earth, but there is water less inclined to wash them into the sea in the form of the Agelyss River cutting through the grasslands.
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Rhea'li, on the other hand, reacts quickly. "I know my way around. Follow me!"
He doesn't give anyone time to protest, darting past Emet-Selch and out of the valley, leaving the spirit to cry out again at the sight of his retreating back. But Rhea'li is the first to see what had been hidden from them all; the tail end of Bahamut flying away as Limsa Lominsa burns in the distance. He stares at the flames licking the tallest spires of Limsa Lominsa, horror drawing across his face as the realisation of what is happening strikes him all at once. Everyone who isn't at Carteneau...
He shakes his head, expression steeling, looking more like the expression he'd worn when stumbling towards Emet-Selch in Amaurot, on the verge of death. He turns away from the sight of his home burning and when the others catch up to him, points the group towards the south east where the land slopes upwards towards what would eventually become the Summerford Farms. Grasses burn from where other fiery rocks had struck the earth, but there is water less inclined to wash them into the sea in the form of the Agelyss River cutting through the grasslands.
"That way!"