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Logging my final set of stuff. Two sets of writing challenges and beta reading chapter 119 of HoC.

After managing to reawaken, Bahamut surveyed everything. In the end, both sides had completely exhausted themselves for mere entertainment. Now Team Spectrum would need time to recover... which would give whatever adversary still remained additional time to fortify itself. "... well, I...

Chapter 23: Troublesome Testimonies The aftermath of the fight with Baptiste was surprisingly quiet for Yuna. After over a week with Reshiram's presence focused on her in some capacity, he was now occupied with getting Rayquaza up to speed on Team Bastion's… situation? Journey? Quest...

Bahamut frowned. "This isn't an action piece, don't telegraph your attacks like that." "Wow, someone's allergic to fun," Nero said, rolling his eyes. "Nothing about this is fun." Bahamut tapped his tail impatiently on the ground. "Surely you think the same. You haven't done a damn thing other...

"They definitely are getting weaker." Bahamut mimed yawning into his wing. It felt like this was becoming some sort of show battle. He didn't agree to such stupidity. Perhaps now was the time to make an exit and go do something actually productive? "You want to walk out, don't you?" Nero raised...

Nero tilted his head at Bahamut. "... huh. He just absorbed some of Sage's attack like it was nothing." Bahamut smirked. "Jealous, are we?" "Not really." Nero's ears drooped and he looked down. "I just think it's a bit sad that someone who basically has no friends among his team also seems to...

"... or that could happen," Polaris quipped. Bahamut's wings sagged. "I'm so fucking tired of this planet."

"You're the one who firebombs enemies," Bahamut called at Brisa. "Lightning-bombs, technically," Polaris piped up. "... whatever. Point is, it can't be invincible." Bahamut crossed both sets of wings. "Maybe it just needs to be handled with violence?"

"Oh, for pity's sake, just kiss already!" Nero crooned, rolling his eyes. "Can someone please put a muzzle on that mutt?" Bahamut snarled. "I'd be happy to. Just forfeit first!" Nero fired back, though he sounded perfectly sincere. Bahamut gnashed his crystalline beak in frustration. "Bet you...

"Nah, I think that'll do it." Polaris wiggled excitedly between Pleo's feet. "The views were great! Can't wait until I have more mass and can actually go underwater..." <><><>

“I think it's better this way." Polaris sighed. "Bahamut seemed to imply I wasn't a very good person originally. Not that he's a good person, either."

"Don't remember anything. Sorry." Though Polaris didn't seem remotely bothered by it.

"I'm not sure," Polaris replied. "Freedom doesn't even have a taste. It's not a food or anything. But you asked what I remembered, and that's the first thing that popped into my head." He paused. "Actually, it was the only thing."

Polaris scrunched his face up. “The only thing that comes to mind is… the taste of freedom.”

Nero tilted his head. He got the sense a "You too" wouldn't work in this context. "Have fun napping or something." He waved a foreleg, then trotted off in search of something new to do. <><><>

"I heard about it from some humans I helped once." Nero glanced at one of the house roofs. "The law of conservation of energy... or something like that. You convert energy into different forms, but that energy isn't just conjured out of nothing and it doesn't get destroyed."

"It's not like I'm a fan of it, either." Nero shook his head. "But I would think a human would understand. If I didn't have all the energy I do... it'd still have to go somewhere. Better it be contained than run out of control." He gestured down the street with a foreleg. "I mean, if this Cibus...

Nero's head crest drooped. "No. There's a chance something bad could happen to me, too. That's why I'd rather not use these kinds of things. I'd rather stick to more... conventional attacks."

"The guy he took the form and powers from wanted to destroy every universe," Nero flatly responded.

"Huh? Uhh..." Polaris blinked a few times. "I'm not really sure what you mean. I don't really remember too much aside from waking in the middle of that big storm Eien had conjured up. Bahamut was there... and nobody else. And I know I look like his dead son but, uh, eternafied. I don't think...