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"Specific energy?" Bahamut didn't bother making eye contact. "Bah, that's hardly helpful. Every foe we've fought have managed bizarre techniques that don't seem to line up with what they should be capable of." "Isn't it so interesting?" The shade practically disappeared and popped up right next...

“The team was accosted by a bodyless soul when fleeing the Worldcore,” the shade rasped. “It wants them to get it more power. Which makes it a new development. A new hurdle for Cibus to strengthen its resolve.” Bahamut frowned. “This fool thinks it’s the soul of the mewtwo under Giovanni’s...

“Huh?” Bahamut’s head swiveled around. “Just put whatever it is down somewhere.” He gestured vaguely with a wing, then swiveled his head back. “Do you have any alternate theories?” The shade’s eyes flickered. “Don’t be rude to your guest. She looks as though she’s gazed upon Death. Which...

There was a reason Bahamut was hard to find. He had dimmed himself the moment that obnoxious shade showed up. “You have no way of proving your ridiculous theories true,” he growled. “Perhaps not. After all, Eternatus is the only absolute no matter the universe.” The shade raspingly chuckled...

“And what of the husk you left behind for us to tend to?” The shade’s eyes flickered. It sounded... giddy? “Will you fade into oblivion if we destroy it? Or have you severed your mortal coil?”

There was soft laughter from the back of the group. Possibly the mouth of the cave. "It seeks to expand such an unstable energy because it craves miracles that it cannot perform." Coughs. Wheezes. A slow, rasping breath. "Perhaps the energy you all have taken to has gained a measure of sentience."

“In the end, it worked out for them.” The shade wheezed under its mask. Its eyes glistened. “Their bond has deepened beyond simple measures. Such tender gestures show that they will emerge from their struggles as more than friends. From the ashes of despair emerged a shining hope. Khh. Khh hh.”

Bahamut hadn't accompanied the team due to needing to look after the Tree. However, the shade wanted to see the chaos happen with its own eyes. So, it skulked in the back, clinging to the shadows flung about by Team Spectrum. But it wasn't chaos. It was a work of art. Reality warping in...

There wasn't any physical headbutting involved, but Bahamut got Cabot's point. Though it did make him wonder if Cabot enjoyed butting heads with fellow... hardheaded pokémon like the cranidos and rampardos that Bahamut had seen in his universe. "That works for me." He offered a lower wing for a...

So, perhaps the pokémon in Cabot's world had less power behind their attacks? Or were just sturdier? Either way, Bahamut imagined he could cut them down effortlessly in his real body. Especially if there was a light source. But that was neither here nor there. "It crossed my mind," Bahamut...

"Ah, yes. Everyone loves their Blacklight powers." Bahamut stretched his neck before settling back against the tree. "Even if they make you explode or manifest your inner daemons as creatures with their own sentience." He paused. "I wouldn't say anyone's gone on a full-fledged power trip, but it...

"Is that so?" Bahamut tapped his chin. "I'd consider anywhere without sunlight or moonlight to be at least a pretty crummy place."

"I think we all have," Bahamut responded, though he knew what Cabot was referring to. He was sorely tempted to bring up how whatever the rampardos perceived would be undone once he returned to his old body, but somehow managed to stop himself. "In some respects, I suppose that's good for the...

"Of course. But I believe humans liked to say that 'hindsight is twenty-twenty.'" Bahamut nonchalantly flipped an upper wing. "Think it has something to do with their eyesight." He shook his head. "Regardless, there are no excuses. Maybe others would act similarly if they were alone for dozens...

Bahamut sighed. “I believe that he was so horrified at what a monster I am that he went into stasis and re-emerged as someone whose thinking is warped enough to cope with my bloody memories.”

"He has adopted the look and persona of a cultist from Etherium," Bahamut flatly replied. "Back home, he would lure people to their deaths at Eternatus' nonexistent hands. But here... he is completely harmless. I would suggest ignoring him. That's what I do."

Oh, right. Silver's team was apparently here. He totally remembered that. Except for the part where he didn't. "Perhaps. Unless memories and subconsciousness works differently on Cibus." Bahamut grunted and shifted position slightly. "Everything works too different here. I can't say I'm used to...

Chapter 15: In Case of Emergency Radiant Palace's throne room was silent enough to hear a pin drop on the velvet carpet running from the crystalline double doors to the raised, marble platform holding two thrones. Having passed along everything Yuna had told him, Seifer now stared at the...

[S0urdough > Scotch]: I can small the salt all the way from the Tree of Life. 😂

"You're welcome. And my son was a cosmog, yes." Bahamut kept his wings folded. "Frankly, I'm suspicious of the fact this Silver character evolved so quickly... and into the wrong form. I could write off Team Spectrum's quick progress as a side effect of Dark Matter. But Silver shouldn't have...