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"What the fuck are you talking about?!" But Astrid was already gone. "Rrrrrrgh..." "Owen!" Diyem demanded. "I--I can't tell yet. The distortion's... too strong. L-let's keep trying something!" Owen shouted. The barrier had shattered, and the moment it did, a deluge of strange haze filled the...

The words of the team seemed to help snap the others out of it. The illusions were just that--illusions. And certainly Soda would be cognizant enough of that, so he ignored the lingering Piplup and focused on his own work. Diyem turned away from the pleading Charmander and focused instead on the...

Chapter 121 – Shockwaves Owen awoke to the brief sounds of struggle down the hall. It was close. Too close. In the dark halls, he could only rely on his second sight to guess what it was. One of the guards shrieked, but was abruptly silenced after a strong thunk. Someone was about to cry out...

"That's it!" Owen shouted. "All five powers are destabilized! That means...!" "Let's get ready for its counterattack," Diyem snarled. "It's going to be threatened, and that means--" Diyem's eyes widened and he'd suddenly gone silent. A few eyes turned to him to see why--he was staring at a...

"Ghh... Sword! Hold on!" Diyem commanded, smashing his tail on the ground as he thought of what to do next. There wasn't a lot he could do. Not for now. The best he could try was set something up with the others. "I'll... try to get ready for something else," Eien said. "My attacks aren't...

"Very good. Keep pace!" Diyem commanded, looking left and right carefully. "It's preparing something... Let's take out those flames quickly!" Diyem spotted Koa striking one. Despite the ethereal nature of it, those flames were solid and corporeal, like there was a solid core to them. At least...

Bunch of stuff for Owen as discussed on the discord, etc. etc. Did writing. Lots of that lately. Everything before has been logged!

In general, the God Squad and Owen seemed receptive to Astrid's pestering questions. For Maple in particular, it seemed to mostly be out of duty to make sure Astrid would be at her best to save the world, and beyond. Xernatus was eager to join, wanting to prove himself and find his place in...

Rocky's Core no longer reached out to the Outworlds; this time, it seemed that this realm itself, between the realms, was tearing apart to allow interference from outside. Perhaps the Overseers had something to do with it... After everything was said in that brief exchange, where it seemed like...

"Heh... Yeah. It's all I can do, after all!" It was contagious, and Owen was smiling again. "...I'm... hungry. Let's have that picnic, huh?" Perhaps they were right, and it was easy to see in the way he smiled. For a very brief moment, despite all that heaviness from before, Owen looked like...

Cal, meanwhile, thought to the others. Is it real? No, Owen replied. This is a projection. Don't bother attacking. Shadow appeared near Dave during a psychological moment of weakness, shivering. Dave scoffed at this, muttering to Shadow not to let it bother him; the Eternal Blacklight operated...

"...Something about this place..." Owen trailed off, walking forward with caution. Eventually, he didn't trust the ground, so he took to the air, drifting forward the same way. As Brisa suggested, and Diyem corroborated, they stayed close, avoiding crowds of those strange, Blacklight illusions...

Owen grinned at that. "I think I'm more me than I have been in a while," he said. "I'm... I think I can get my light back. No, it's--not even gone. I just need something else for a little while. I need..." He looked off, a flash of graveness in his expression. "I need more than just light. I...

Owen nodded, thoughtful. "I think... I think I'm still, I've still got it. It's just, where I wound up... even all of that can really put a damper on things. But I can't just give up, can I? I mean, I definitely can't..." Owen sighed. "It's fun hearing about it on my comic books. Actually being...

There was no permanent floor in the Null Realm that had been populated by the Blacklight, in a space between worlds, not quite its own reality, but not quite nonexistent, either. Not anymore. Wisps of light that resembled solar flares raced past them from far away. There were no stars yet, only...

"Then we are ready," Pop said, nodding. Shield was giving a talk to Sword, nodding and making sure she would be ready to go. She just smiled and waved him off, placing a paw on his nose. Shield had returned to his Lucario form for now, conserving his energy. The transformation had only been...

Zeraora studied Brisa, noting her fatigue, but also that she'd won regardless with a proper surge of power. That took wit and tenacity to do. So, she nodded and took Brisa's paw. "And mine to you as well, Zeraora of the Outworlds."

"So that is your answer?" Zeraora called, deflecting the Arcstrike with a shield of pure Blacklight, but the resonating clang suggested that she'd had to put all her force into taking that strike. She panted a bit and disappeared behind Brisa, missing her first jab before slamming Brisa for the...

Cal turned to Bahamut with a look that suggested she's already dealt with that from Owen accidentally.