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"And that is another symptom of exposure to the daemon's energy. If someone is successfully freed from the energy's grips, they do not recall what happened to them." Necrozma shuddered. "It's unfortunate, really. But, hmm, to think that your attacks won't work against Magikarp." He tapped his...

"A faceless daemon." Necrozma drew the same symbol on the beach he did earlier: the circle with five diamonds around it. "People in my universe referred to it as 'World Ender.' It was a creature that was said to be able to produce infinite energy... breaking a basic law of nature." He stared at...

"That's what I feared." Necrozma looked at his right hand again. "In my, err, travels... I came across phenomenon similar to Magikarp's. Hence why I'm willing to offer up a theory if you're interested." If it meant it could help his new allies escape the trap and return to their worlds in peace...

"I... suppose so." Necrozma wished there was a way to sever the infernal connection to Stoogezard. "But, well, your supervisor can't really think the giant magikarp is the only problem, can they? Otherwise... would not all available resources you have be dispatched to deal with it?" He shrank...

Soothed. It was the only way he could describe the light. Chiron had described this luxurious feeling of standing under a warm shower. He never really understood it until this point. And yet that thought made the light pouring into him quite bittersweet. His core brightened. The mismatched...

There was a small voice in his head telling him not to let his guard down. But the pain rattling in his core was too great. Arms hanging limply by his sides, he floated into the beacon in question.

Necrozma's core rattled inside in frame. In fact, small sparks of various colors popped out of his shoulder joints and fizzled out against the beach. There was something about Truffle's aura. It was only a split second... but it felt so warm. "It's so," Necrozma shakily reached a hand toward...

Something about that comment didn't sit right with Necrozma. If there were, indeed, multiple realities, he could buy there being a creature like him in one of them. But he couldn't imagine one being willing to let others study them just for the sake of the knowledge. "And yet... you named a few...

There it was again: his kind. He let the words rattle around in his head. "A... kind?" Necrozma looked at his right palm. "I traveled to several worlds in my universe. Never stayed long. I was 'other' to the inhabitants. It left me with the impression I wasn't actually a pokémon." He turned to...

Necrozma floated over to Truffle. "Where can we meet in private, Decidueye?"

Necrozma most definitely heard that. He shot Cynthian the closest thing he could manage to a scathing glare. "Perhaps... we can discuss that matter in private later?" he said to Truffle.

Necrozma doubted the decidueye had any light crystals on him. "I'm sure those among the group who need to eat will be grateful."

"More like an asinine idea," Necrozma growled. "If you tried to replicate the state the magikarp is in, you'd lose all sense of reason and sanity and we'd be forced to take you out, too."

"If we're going to stop it, we're going to have it make it faint. And the only way to do that is to damage it with attacks." Necrozma looked at his right palm. "That transformation cannot be undone unless the pokémon faints. And I highly doubt you can reason with it in its current state." He...

"Well, trees are plants and plants are living creatures." Necrozma tapped his claws together. "If there's extensive damage to the forest, it could be detrimental for grass pokémon. This is the Grass Continent, no?" He tilted himself to the right. "Would one not expect a large contingent of...

"The ground trembled while it was flopping around." Necrozma crossed his arms. "I daresay its breath would be strong enough to cause damage."

"But is Magikarp asleep underwater or on land?" Necrozma wondered. "If it's wheezing in that gigantic state... it might blow things over. Trees, rocks, homes for feral pokémon... you get the idea." He flicked his right hand.

"My take on the situation... is that this world is under threat of a daemon known to my universe as World Ender," Necrozma said. He floated next to Brisa and, with a single claw, drew a circle in the sand. He then added five diamonds along the circle's edge, with their ends point in toward one...

"Back home, I was more of a shield than an attacker. But this world..." Necrozma raised a hand and fired a Charge Beam into the sand right next to Brisa. "... it seems the rules are different here. That said, you're still a pure electric-type, which makes you arguably the best 'mon on the team...

"No. A worthless failure like me doesn't deserve a name." Necrozma stared at his right hand. "Certainly not one related to some fairy tale. 'Solgaleo' sounds completely made-up. There's no such creature in my universe."