Emporio recognizes this. This feeling, intense amd burning through the air- the strands of life, of light, streaking through the air.

Pulling his glider from his ghost pouch, he as well takes to the air, supported by winds of his own conjuring; cold, frigid, his best counter for the onslaught of Summer.

And perhaps his own best distraction.

"Life...Life can't keep going with nothing to balance it out..! You ruined your own life!" The boy protests, his own words carried by the wind. "You're only hurting your own people...Your family! And this won't bring it back!"

Weather keeps him chilled as he comes to hover near Thanatos. All they have to do is hold her attention...right?