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Of course someone chose to wander in here. But it didn't seem like they intended to do much, so Necrozma would ignore them. He still lay on the ground, but now he brought his right hand up. A tiny bit of light bristled in his claws. Necrozma tapped them against the soil. There was a faint gold...

Fortunately, it seemed things were finally disbanding. Necrozma sank down onto the soft grass, directing light down through the trees and onto his torso. He crossed his arms over what passed for his chest and began humming softly.

Apparently he wasn't as hidden as he thought. Necrozma receded further into the trees. He had no intention of going to see any rocks. Heck, he was a rock. Cosmic rock, but it still counted. No, he needed quiet meditation. Something to ease the ache in his brain prism. And, perhaps, if everyone...

Now with his arm practically buried in the tree, Necrozma eyed Truffle more intently. If Stoogeyem didn't like Truffle, then perhaps the decidueye would be a good person to keep tabs on. Later, of course. When there wasn't a large group bickering with one another.

Radiant Truffle? Blinding Shield? It was a good thing Necrozma had kept his distance, as he was clearly being mocked. That Diyem would have the gall to taunt his lightless state in such an indirect manner was perfectly in line with the behavior of a Phantom. Of course, it wasn't wrong. He...

It seemed Necrozma had picked the correct time to go into the trees. He lay in wait, arms pointed forward. He'd have to try and summon some sort of shield or portal, if worst came to worst.

Bickering. So much bickering. It was now glaringly obvious to Necrozma why Diyem didn't need to lift so much as a finger to smite them: their own clashing personalities would do them in. This group... it oozes with so much despair World Ender will be salivating at the bit. It wouldn't be long...

"I have no evolution to speak of, Charmander." Necrozma growled. So, there was yet another charmander besides the one Diyem showed passed out. Likely a spy for Diyem to ensure the group would be ready to be sacrificed to World Ender. "This is my only form."

"I see." Necrozma's aurora momentarily pointed toward Cabot. He wasn't going to bring up the fate of Cabot's species in Etherium. "A pleasure to meet you."

"I'm well aware of what the game is, but the only time I ever played it was back home." Necrozma's voice softened toward the end of the sentence. His arms trembled. He clicked his claws together and hovered a bit higher.

Necrozma scratched his head. "Truth or dare? I haven't the foggiest idea what you mean."

There were lots of voices. Mostly barks and yips. The group had a fair number of canines. But there were a few mewls mixed in. He made a mental note of the cheerful deino. At least one of his allies was a dragon. A child of the stars, bless her heart. ... unless Diyem had done that to get...

Plink. Something small and fluffy hit him in the back. Necrozma didn't even turn around. "For the sake of your own survival, please do not throw your allies at me. They need to be at their top fighting strength." He continued to siphon away more light. It was so delectable. He couldn't get enough.

Weak. Fatigued. That was what came to Necrozma's mind upon arrival. Diyem... he had stripped away most of Necrozma's powers. That blasted stooge! When he got his claws on him— Necrozma's brain prism rattled in his frame. Ignoring everyone's awkward introductions, he focused on the warmth all...

Necrozma didn't move himself from the wall. He made a gesture indicated Diyem would have to come to him. What he wouldn't verbalize was that if this suspicious charizard did have ties to World Ender, he'd pump every last drop of his light into the cretin's veins. He'd take the interloper down...

What a noncommittal load of krokorok. "Are you sure you're not a bureaucrat?" Necrozma scoffed.

Necrozma shoved the annoying litwick away. Clearly, some in the group had been taken in already. Diyem... he was preparing to sacrifice them to World Ender. That much was clear. Necrozma would have to play along if he would have any shot of— "New bodies?" His core darkened. "What are you...

"You have done nothing sinister because you are selling us a bed of false hope to lie in." Necrozma brought his arms close to his jagged torso. "Hope is the well from which despair springs... and the scent of despair attracts World Ender." He didn't care if people looked at him funny, like the...

"Unimportant? It's very important." Necrozma shakily pointed his right arm at Diyem. "How do we know this isn't a trap? You could be working for World Ender and sending us all off like wooloo to a slaughter." His arm fell back to his side with a resounding clang. "Just because I'm of no use...

The first thing the large, black prism registered was pain. A dull ache set in on his arms and he sank to the floor. This mysterious character's chambers... they were too dark. Lighter than the distortion of Etherium, to be sure, but he was without his precious light rations. The more he looked...