It is a small mercy that he looks in Gen's direction in time to see the beast sprint towards him. His offensive efforts stop immediately. Emet-Selch raises a hand in the air and quickly draws in the aether around him, "BURN!" He commands, and then he snaps his fingers. The ground beneath the beast's feet erupts in a swirling wall of inescapable flame. Its otherworldly screams ring in the air as burns alive and wither into ash.

A rush of sadness and self-loathing can be felt in the Communion between them. It is not far from his mind that these are people he once knew.

However, the memory is at its end. A gale of wind blows through the courtyard and it seems to carry away all traces of the illusion with it. It leaves Emet-Selch facing the unfamiliar clearing in Venera. He looks to the ground where a single remaining ember catches on the ground before flicking to nothing.

Quietly he adds, "I was not able to save them back then. Only three out of an entire world filled with people managed to survive those Final Days." Despite all of his efforts even he was not beyond failure. His expression turns bitter. "Now, all the hopes and dreams of those I loved fall to me. I will keep fighting for them until the stars burn themselves out." And beyond that if he must.

He looks back. "If I surrender, what will become of them all?"