Emet-Selch opens his mouth to ask, "What light?" but she is already moving away and he can do nothing else but follow. It doesn't take long for him to also spot their guide.

As he watches her back, he opens his gaze to that which lies beyond the corporeal: aether - or what passes for it here - in all its brilliant splendour. He watches her soul bobbing along, its glow defying the inky blue of the water around them. No matter how dark his surroundings may grow, tiny pinpricks of life will guide his way. There is no escaping the gaze of someone like Emet-Selch.

"Where are we being led?" he mutters aloud, half to himself and half to her.