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"You are," Owen said, nodding. He didn't know the full context of what Starr had done, what she was capable of in the past, but... "You definitely are. I feel..." He tapped his horns. "Something deeper in you. The remorse of someone who's killed. And someone who wants to avoid having to do that...

Owen had a dark look in his eyes as well, but he spoke respectfully. "Yeah. Like I said... some people wonder if it's better to forget. But... I'm, uh, I'm biased. By a lot. Memories are... they're too important to have sealed away. Even if it's a regret or a mistake or some other kind of pain...

"Well," Owen said with an amused smile, "the nice part about not seeing it coming is that you don't really realize it once it happens. So, in that way, it's not so bad. It's just when it all comes rushing back that... it hurts more than it probably should." He wondered if Starr had heard those...

The Radiant explosion blasted through Diyem and into the heavens above, cleaving the dark clouds apart and letting the sun shine once more. The vitality sensors were destroyed. The audience was silenced, if only due to the explosion that nearly deafened them, a shockwave that rippled throughout...

Diyem seemed unamused, looking Nate over before outright saying that he doesn't know what will happen to someone who has not reconciled with their Shadow, after it had become so independent, before leaving. He remarked that, typically, powerful ones eventually rebel and consume the host, and...

They were giving it their all, and yet it seemed like Diyem was blasting through all of it with almost no effort. His body was huge, his power reserves seemingly endless, and it seemed like the vitality sensors were struggling to get a read on Diyem at all, only Inan. However, based on the...

Owen nodded sadly. "It's fine in the end," he said. "When, or if, or whatever, when I remember all of this again, it's at least going to be a set of memories that I won't regret... forgetting about, you know? That's rare for me. Being able to plan ahead for when I'd forget one of my lives."

"I don't want to bother them with stuff like that," Owen admitted. "And hey, maybe once in a while I work up the courage to fight in there. I had that battle with Pine and stuff, for one, remember? That was pretty cool." He walked between two trees with some difficulty, though it would be...

"If you were truly my enemy, killing you would only be the first thing I'd do." The shell shattered, just as before. And within it was Inan, also like before... The shell disappeared, and within, something horrible rumbled and emerged, far larger than it had any right to be. "You know as...

"AAAGH!" Diyem staggered back from that one, snarling. Even after his ritual had been complete, they'd found a way to break through. He shouldn't have left much to chance, but of course Astrid would find a way through. Her airheaded, Radiance-scrambled mind must have been tuned to finding the...

Chapter 122 – The Timekeeper A little Treecko climbed on Owen’s shoulders, grasping at his cheek. “Yes?” Owen cooed. She tried to climb onto his head, so Owen bent his neck and let her. She fell quickly, tumbling into Owen’s ready hands with a yelp. “Almost, that time,” commented Mhynt...

Owen pointed at the hotdog wrapper and a golden light appeared around it. He pulled with a flick of his claw, and then pulled the Protected wrapper with a flick of his claw. Then, like a magic trick, he grasped the Protect orb, and when he opened his palm again, it was gone. "You guys...

The strikes took away Diyem's protective shell with ease, but the moment it broke through his barrier, rather than see Diyem himself, there was something else that got in the way. Something that had been hidden behind that barrier. A flash of someone all too familiar. Smaller, though. A...

"Usually," Owen said, sighing. "I guess she just really wants to get the upper hand against me before I have to go. Then she'll only be able to wonder if she can beat me one day..." He chuckled. "But it wouldn't be right if I threw the fight to her. ...Then again, she'd probably know if I did...

And then a massive Flamethrower blew past Starr, giving her hotdog a slight reheating, as Cal went flying past her in a crumpled, gooey heap in an empty bench. "Fucking cheap shot!" Cal snarled, kicking what might have been her legs as she dislodged herself from the crevices of the park bench...

"An amazing display of power!" Incineroar cried. "Diyem looks like he took a real hefty blow from that one, but it seems like his vitality is only down by a third despite that! Amazing!" "Nrgh..." Diyem snarled, glaring at Astrid in particular, and then at all of them trying to endure against...

Electricity snapped through the air upon impact and Diyem parried the rest of Brisa's followup with a grunt. "Hmph!" he shook off the crackle and folded his wings back. "That will be the best strike you land." Conjuring a haze of darkness, he glided toward Brisa with his warhammer held high...

"It's finally happened, the match so many have been speculating about for so long!" Incineroar announced, waving his arms about theatrically. "Team Spectrum versus their dark leader, the powerful and reformed Dark Matter of another world!" Diyem huffed, arms crossed, as Incineroar hyped them...

Silver shook his head. "Nah." He glanced at Dialga, then Palkia. "They worked something out. Thanks to this world being so disjoint from ours, we can safely... go home." The arena was cleared out; it was a chaotic fight, one with strange outcomes, but in the end, the audience saw it as yet...

Dialga chuckled. "Nothing to worry yourself over," he said. "The important thing is that he won't be a problem anymore." Palkia whistled and wandered off, carving a portal in the air to leave before anyone else could question him. "...Oh, that reminds me," Dialga hummed, "we still need to get...