He could hardly believe he's doing this. Acting to save the very thing he had condemned? It went against everything he has been working for. His mind spun excuses for his own behaviour as he stalked the shadows, eavesdropping on key parties as they discuss the unassailable Light. The people had been quick to surrender hope after the creature had proven its inexorable strength against the combined might of Eulmore's and the Crystarium's armies. Despair had set in, as expected - as planned - and the First would soon have been ready to rejoin the Source.
The Scions had initially tried to remain in the First, but the increasingly tenuous connection betwixt body and soul forced them to confront the impossibility of doing so. Making use of the Nu Mou hermit living in the elves' old palace, he helped craft a way for the Scions to return home and then followed them there.
Emet-Selch shadowed the Scions' activities. A trickier feat than it sounded considering there were not a few Echo-blessed amongst their allies. The prevailing mood in the Rising Stones was sombre. They had lost their strongest ally, and supposedly, that meant the Eighth Umbral Calamity would strike in the near future. This only cemented Emet-Selch's theory that the Exarch somehow came from the future. But that was neither here nor there now.
But as was the mortal way, everyone picked themselves up and strove to find a means to avert calamity on the Source instead. Garlemald would need to be dealt with: either by victory in war or in parley. One of the twins however, restless for action, voiced her desire to resume trying to find a means to reverse tempering. Emet-Selch latched on to this desire desperately and began to plot.
There was little time left. He would lose Azem if the First was swallowed in calamity, and there was no guarantee that their next incarnation would remember aught about him or about themselves.
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The Scions had initially tried to remain in the First, but the increasingly tenuous connection betwixt body and soul forced them to confront the impossibility of doing so. Making use of the Nu Mou hermit living in the elves' old palace, he helped craft a way for the Scions to return home and then followed them there.
Emet-Selch shadowed the Scions' activities. A trickier feat than it sounded considering there were not a few Echo-blessed amongst their allies. The prevailing mood in the Rising Stones was sombre. They had lost their strongest ally, and supposedly, that meant the Eighth Umbral Calamity would strike in the near future. This only cemented Emet-Selch's theory that the Exarch somehow came from the future. But that was neither here nor there now.
But as was the mortal way, everyone picked themselves up and strove to find a means to avert calamity on the Source instead. Garlemald would need to be dealt with: either by victory in war or in parley. One of the twins however, restless for action, voiced her desire to resume trying to find a means to reverse tempering. Emet-Selch latched on to this desire desperately and began to plot.
There was little time left. He would lose Azem if the First was swallowed in calamity, and there was no guarantee that their next incarnation would remember aught about him or about themselves.