"Well then," Sazh casually said, after Asphyxious and the rest of the clearing group had given their two cents about the situation, "If we're all on the same page, let's-" A sudden rumbling cut the older man short. nearly making him stumble over. The l'Cie quickly grabbed onto a nearby tree trunk to stabilize himself, waiting until the quake had stopped, which happened to be as sudden as it came. "Uh... woah. That - didn't feel normal..."

Sazh did a sweep of the area with his eyes. Looks like everyone was alright, but some were far more visibly shaken that others. Looking back to the city, Sazh caught a good stare at what may have been the perpetrator of that quake: a large citadel of an ominously dark complexion. That was most definitely not there before, and its presence was... well, [i]uncomfortable[/i] to the l'Cie, in some manner he couldn't properly explain nor understand. With little idea how to respond to this, he just went on autopilot:

"What in the flying heck is THAT thing? That- that's not... I just- [i]ughhh[/i]."

Cycling from confused anger to plain frustration at his overall plight, Sazh finally just cupped his hands on his neck to rub away some of the tension. If he had to bet, that spire was probably the centerpiece for whatever first trial this group of misfits was a part of. He wasn't sure he could ever get used to this.