Emet-Selch sits upon an elevated perch. His gaze follows a certain individual. A sigh escapes him as they leave. His eyes drift to the sky before closing, and he vanishes.

Anon hears a portal open. Emet-Selch appears, surveying the room. He playfully raises his arms in surrender and smirks.

“If you remember, I said I would refrain from interfering. I’m here to observe and converse.”