Braska hurried onto the scene and immediately froze. There it was... It was nothing close to the one he had faced and it didn't match the description of the Sin that Jecht had become, but the creature was unmistakable. "Sin..." Braska whispered, the horror, the sadness, the fear invading his voice, invading his body, chilling him to the bone.

He could hear the screams of the dead for a second, a terrible sound that invaded all of his senses, accompanied with the crash and cracks of entire cities falling apart, torn apart by Sin's wrath. And then Braska noticed the two charging right for Spira's sorrow, making to attack it. He knew it wouldn't work. Sin was more powerful than that, and it was obvious the two didn't have a plan.

The High Summoner's hand tightened around his staff and he came forward, casting NulShock on the two. A glowing yellow sphere that would block any lightning-elemental damage began to orbit the two. The creature seemed to be made from lightning, it was likely that its attacks would be of a similar sort.

"Stop!" Braska called to them as he ran to the area, "You won't defeat it like that!"