Mayhap it was because Azem and Emet-Selch had come back before, but the spirit quietly nods and lets them depart, curling up small as he waits.
It won't be the first time Rhea'li has ridden a being much, much larger than himself through the skies, and it certainly seems it won't be the last.
"It has the power to corrupt the minds of those who approach it by releasing a wave of aether, but I can protect you from it." He thinks. Maybe. No, he will. "Naught short of fighting until it can no longer hold its form will destroy it."
Rhea'li tightens his grip on Azem's fingers as they soar higher.
"We will bring it down by coordinated attacks from multiple sides. It is but a simulacrum of aether, born from suffering. It knows only rage, all semblance of thought driven from it." He presses his forehead against Azem's hand. "The dragon it mimicks, Bahamut, was slain long ago."
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It won't be the first time Rhea'li has ridden a being much, much larger than himself through the skies, and it certainly seems it won't be the last.
"It has the power to corrupt the minds of those who approach it by releasing a wave of aether, but I can protect you from it." He thinks. Maybe. No, he will. "Naught short of fighting until it can no longer hold its form will destroy it."
Rhea'li tightens his grip on Azem's fingers as they soar higher.
"We will bring it down by coordinated attacks from multiple sides. It is but a simulacrum of aether, born from suffering. It knows only rage, all semblance of thought driven from it." He presses his forehead against Azem's hand. "The dragon it mimicks, Bahamut, was slain long ago."