At once, the magic animating the water seems to extinguish, and the figures fall away as one. The pools are still, eerily so, but the voices linger within his mind--

Everything would be as it once was. And more.

Their echoes fall away, however, as he feels Wrathion tug at his arm. The physicality of it knocks away any phantom imaginings with a start. Nodding tensely, he turns to quickly follow, his eyes flickering over the black dragon.

Light only knows what he heard.