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"Big Bro's right," Cal said. "This is, like, the optimal time to go, at this point, yeah? Everyone's all set and here, we're at top form, it's now or never in terms of what we can all do."

"Gh." Zeraora disappeared again, reappearing behind Brisa with a grazing shot from a Radiant strike. "Even without Blacklight, your strikes are extreme," she said. "Is that your power shining, or the Blacklight's? I don't know for myself, either." Despite her voice coming from behind, Brisa...

It was a clear win for Starr and her team, despite everything, but Flesh seemed lighter. And not just because of the massive output of energy he'd sent out, either. Soda hobbled his way to the exhausted behemoth and placed a hand on his side. "Y'did good, buddy," he said. "...Good fight, you...

Owen smirked a little, but it was subdued. "That's not why I hate it," he said. "It's because... I lost that. I feel like I lost some of that light in his... in what used to be my eyes." Owen looked down. "I need to get it back... more than anything. I can't win against... him if I don't have...

Zeraora... disappeared. Something grazed Brisa's cheek. A small cut of fur drifted in front of her, and a hint of blood where the claw grazed her. "Then I won't, either," Zeraora said. Brisa's Substitute had been destroyed instantly by an attack too hard to see. Only its aftereffects, with...

The skies were perfectly clear. Destiny Tower was fully repaired. The great lord of all Cibus stood in front of it with his head held high. On his back, his son of the same soul, destined one day to ascend the throne when he was ready, but that would be many, many generations in the future, if...

The sky rumbled gently, like a lion's purr. "Then it seems," Zeraora said, "we already understand one another more than I thought." A low electric hum crawled across the dusty plains, carving a circle around the two. The clouds thickened and lightning arced beneath them, providing a flickering...

"I don't remember it clearly anymore," Zeraora replied. "Perhaps I saved a village. Or a town. I doubt the world. Or maybe I did something to catch the attention of the gods while among the stars. But I'm here, now. And perhaps I will turn a new page in my life." She looked at her paw again...

Zeraora chuckled at that. "Maybe I am," she said, looking skyward. "No. That isn't it. I was lucky to only take a small, small dose of Blacklight power to control. The Creations were flooded with it, completely overwhelmed and subjugated. I only took a touch and absorbed it. And from it, I...

Zeraora looked at the one paw that had lost its color, flexing it. Blacklight swirled around it in two perfect orbital circles intersecting one another in a curved X, and then disappeared back into her claws. "Defiance, and then calm," she said. "I refused to let it control me and manipulate my...

"That's one way to put it," Owen said, frowning. "I didn't... I didn't think I'd changed that much. But, gonna be honest, when I saw me from a few months ago, I... There was this feeling I had. Dunno how to phrase it, but, it was like... I..." He hesitated. "I think I... hated it... in a way...

"What kind of person..." The clouds swirled again, rainless despite all the thunder, dust in the fields, like water dare not tread where it would be vaporized in an instant. A dry lightning, the sort that would cause fires, had there been anything left in this blackened field to burn. "Then...

"I see." No matter how Brisa looked, she couldn't see this demigod of thunder. When she wanted to be seen, she would be. "And what brought you here to visit after the story that one told you?" Another blast of lightning struck nearby, splitting an innocent boulder into fragmented, large pieces.

Thunder boomed distantly in the far reaches of the Thunder Plains as the denizen that perhaps gave the storm life made her usual rounds, invisible except to the currents that flowed through the soil. Brisa would have the distinct feeling that she was being watched. Lightning strikes crackled...

Owen nodded. "Other me is probably going through the same thing. We tried to explain to each other what happened and stuff, though. So I know a lot, just not a ton..." He sighed. "After what happened with other me... Right. I'm a few months later... I think he's around the time when I first...

"NOW!" Soda called, glancing at the battle screens. "Gah! We're out of time! DO IT NOW!" "AAAAAAH!" It was a valiant war cry and Flesh finally discovered his fire. He stared down the two remaining opponents he had and swelled with all of the power he had absorbed. He was weak. Dave had...

Flesh stumbled backwards, but then looked ready to strike for something else. That glow was at its apex, now. "All right, buddy!" Soda said. "They ignored you, so let loose!" Flesh let out a loud groan in protest, looking worriedly at the crowd. "They ain't cheering against you!" Soda...

Owen shook his head. "No. We're two different Owens from totally different worlds," he explained. "My world just happens to be a few months ahead of his... Or maybe they aren't, but Diyem got us at different times by chance. Hero's Aura might have been brightest then, or something..." His flame...

"Aaaaagh, fuck," Soda finally grunted, rolling until he was on the far side of the arena, coughing a slurry of electrified blood. "Yep, that'll do me in..." He rolled to his side. Flesh, meanwhile, stood in place, glancing once at Soda, then at Brisa, Starr, and Dave. He seemed to be trembling...

"Well, that's just great!" Pansit said with a beaming smile. She continued the interview from there, asking about little things about Saltriv's life or the world the Meganium had come from. And by the time it was over, Pansit had a few pages of notes to translate to an article later. She...