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"Wh-ah! they aren't... stopping at all, are they?!" Nutmeg grunted, finding herself on one knee only briefly. She beat her wings to stand back up, then sped forward, but Pita was faster. But Nutmeg's flight pattern seemed to be changing. She suddenly swerved toward Pita, who jumped high into...

Cream nodded. "The bonds you've formed with them all must be invaluable," she said. "Are there any of them that you're particularly close with? Seems you all fight very well in battle..."

"Of course I don't mind," Cream replied with a giggle. "This shouldn't be too long. Thanks for taking the time out of your day for this, Shiron..." She began with some pleasantries and basic questions that most interviews went for, sounding both curious and interested in the answers. "Seems...

Looks like they're getting set up, Nutmeg said with a glance.. Like they always do, Pita's eyes replied back. Pita was the parallel to Shield. That probably meant he wasn't very good at offense and focused on defense. "Damn, they're tough!" Nutmeg said. "So much for taking advantage of...

"Ah, there you are," Cream said with a friendly wave. The Luxray was sitting in one of the private study rooms--must have made a reservation--and motioned for Shiron to take a seat. "You and the rest of Team Spectrum are quite well known, now, you know. What better time than to get an interview!"

"You do," Diyem said flatly. "I only assumed it was because you were of my domain, but it goes beyond that. But it is still something that can be treated. First, a diagnosis, then." Diyem grumbled, looking through his badge. He seemed to be searching for something, grumbling. "Here. Read this."...

"So you have," Diyem hummed, nodding. "Sounds to me like you were so convinced that everything was in order that you didn't check," Eien remarked. "Though... these are rare circumstances, even for us." Diyem glanced at Nero, frowning. "It doesn't matter what you do," Diyem said to Bahamut...

Diyem paced, making a low, rumbling sound from the back of his throat. Thinking. That was probably his thinking noise. "You've... never been to my Voidlands before, have you?" Diyem said slowly. "Perhaps if you'd gone there, I would have noticed this sooner..." Pacing continued. "This must...

"Now, that's not true at all," Eien said, frowning. "I can't speak much for myself... but people really do appreciate you, Bahamut. Ohh, it really is like talking to Diyem when he was younger, isn't it...?" "You may not have lived that life, but you still hold those memories," Diyem said. "You...

Diyem frowned, unsure how to answer. He looked at Eien next, then at Bahamut. "You... will not," he said. "But... you do not have a universe to return to. You were... That can't be, I... No. It must be. After what I have seen, it must be. And it explains a great deal..." His scaly brow furrowed...

It was the same; Brisa would feel like Diyem was standing in front of her, sorting through a bookshelf, except she was the bookshelf. Thankfully, it did not look like he could write in any of them, only look at it. Brisa would also feel a sense of frantic panic from Diyem that he only slightly...

Yes, all of this was unsurprising to him. Apocalypses of another Eternatus somehow and some way, he'd heard of it all before, but then it had been sealed. And soon he would find the typical traces of a foreign spirit that he'd brought out of its home world. It was as Diyem expected. Any time...

Diyem grumbled and approached Bahamut, though he already remembered a few things that he had seen. "Don't fight this," Diyem said. "It's going to be very simple from your perspective. Like sorting through files in a desk drawer. But you're the drawer." He reached out and pressed his hand...

"It's perfectly disprovable," Diyem snarled. "As a Voice of Darkness I am perfectly in-tune with spirits, let alone ones filled with regrets. Bahamut is a spirit filled with regret, yes, we all know this, there are no surprises. He has a spirit." "Diyem," Eien said, placing a skeletal claw...

"In worlds where I am from, something without a soul ceases function entirely, or it generates a new soul from the husk instantly," Diyem explained. "A consciousness cannot exist in any way without one. If Bahamut is from a world that operates differently, then I am unfamiliar." He narrowed his...

Diyem narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about?" he growled. "You can't take what isn't there. I deal in spirits. I'm, technically, a Voice. Bahamut is obviously an entity within his world, why else would--" He paused, looking away, thinking. "...Elaborate," Diyem commanded.

"Malice..." Diyem furrowed his brow, shaking off that psychic wave. That term. That was a familiar term, and he knew it was related to Bahamut in some way. "May I?" Eien asked next, drifting toward Bahamut. She was careful, but out of everyone on the team, she felt she knew Bahamut the most; he...

Diyem hummed and pulled away, then looked at Eien, who nodded back. "What was that?" Eien whispered. "...Brisa, what did you see? You as well, Nero." Diyem had a more clinical approach, but then looked at Bahamut again. "You. Hold still. You're Shadowing... or something close to it." Perhaps...

Diyem sprung into action, first looking at Eien. "Call the other me," he said immediately, then descended upon Nero to check him. He recognized some of that corruption and could quicken his recovery, but he would still need rest. "Bahamut...!" It was hard to tell the sort of expression she had...

There were remnants of the previous battle still on the walls, but at least the ground had been leveled out once again. Incineroar was set at the far end of the arena, calling the fighters to come in. "Rounding off their gauntlet against the Omen Heroes, Team Spectrum's dynamic duo has now...