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Owen frowned, nodding. "Sometimes it is thankless. If you only save some people, they will focus on the ones we failed to protect. I don't think we can blame them for it, though. It's our duty to protect everyone. As many as we can. That's the bottom line." Owen nodded. "I've... had to protect...

"I'm... not really an Overseer in the true sense, I'm only affiliated with them," Eien said gently, her huge body lowering to the ground. "Still, Diyem, if the circumstances are extreme enough... It isn't as if they're totally rigid. Can't we try something?" "Mmmngh. We cannot, after what...

Diyem made a low growl, thoughtful, as he glanced at them. "I do understand," he growled. "I created distortion myself. I am a Dungeon maker. I am a Voice of Darkness. This is part of the process of such worlds. And I cannot interfere with such things." He unfurled one wing, revealing a curtain...

"Hmph. Never." Diyem shook his head. "The Overseers would have a field day with such realities. You'll be freed. That's their specialty. I, personally, would know." He turned around, about to march away, before he bumped into Eien's carapace. "What's the problem, dear?" Eien asked. Diyem...

"I don't really... do that whole philosophy thing too much, or, thinking about it that way," Owen said, narrowing his eyes at Seyka, "but you're kinda missing the fact that the other person doesn't have a say. It's different from sacrificing yourself, compared to sacrificing someone else. One is...

"And?" Diyem said, frowning. "People die. That's how life works." He crossed his arms, thoughtful. "I'm pretty sure I only acquired living spirits. What is this distortion? Dungeon capture? I've heard of worlds that do that. They all get freed eventually. That's how such worlds operate." He...

Diyem's home loomed in front of them like usual, its typical shadowy aura seeping through the cracks. By now, though, it had been a routine to meet up with their technically evil overlord. There was a growl from within and the door opened, the shadow Charizard staring them down. "What do you want."

The Pokemon were all watching in awe, and the waiter peered into the bowl just to make sure it had been cleaned. "It... really is empty. Amazing! I--I'll get the picture taker right now, just hold on!" And he rushed away, returning at lightning speeds with a huge looking, outdated, traditional...

Owen sighed. Seyka's reasoning always puzzled him because it always seemed to only be a close neighbor to logical, while still sounding like it made sense. Except, not really. "I guess only thinking about how things would reward me," Owen said, "isn't in my nature. I always think about how many...

"I don't really know if that's true," Owen said, frowning. "Just because we don't remember it doesn't mean it didn't happen. We're still going to be remembered by others. And there's no telling if we might learn about it again in the future, too. I think that alone is worth it." Owen glanced at...

Owen nodded, understanding very little of what Seyka had just said. Cal looked dizzy. "At least you have some time to unwind and think about things," he said, and took some time to settle into a more relaxed position himself. "What have you been risk-analyzing?" Owen asked.

The sky was clear aside from a few stray clouds in the peripheries. It was chilly, but the sun eased that for a relaxing balance. A shadow eclipsed the light, in the shape of a great, winged creature with a belly that shimmered like oil on the ocean. The creature descended in a wide circle...

Others were shuffling out as well, though all of them took to heart what had been discussed. Owen took a moment to marvel at how many had truly gathered here; it felt like the world's greatest powers had all come together just this once... Would something like that ever happen again? A small...

"I will personally make sure that doesn't happen," Diyem said to Nate. "One reason I want to take him into my Voidlands is that it will, for a time, tie his spirit to mine. If they want to help, then it will have to be with my approval..." Then, with a sigh, he shook his head at Saltriv. "Your...

Thaaaank... Owen, even in his thoughts, seemed to be somewhere between a growl and a gurgle as Cal helped haul him off the field. With what energy he had left, he waved at Pina and Nanab, who, surprisingly, were in better shape than the winning duo. Guess that's what it meant to be a Cibus...

Despite everything, the great barrage that they were dealing against him, the Tree was holding strong. It seemed like all of that restorative property was making up for a lot of the damage being made. But Owen could see the puzzled look on Pine's face, and Owen could only hope he wouldn't...

The first volley came as usual. By now, everyone knew how they opened... "Hey, HEY!" Cal shouted. "Quit ignoring me! I'm RIGHT HERE!" Owen glanced down, nodding. Keep distracting them. I need time... They're too smart for that, Dad! Slow them down! You're already doing it! Fine, fine...

The crowd was large like usual, though not overfilled. This was a strange match, apparently, and it wasn't any of the crowd favorites--Owen rarely attended battles at the Colosseum thanks to his stage fright. But Brisa's encouragements had led him to giving it a shot. And so, the giant...

"That isn't for you to worry about," Diyem said. "Once it's stripped of its power and weakened to where it cannot fight back, I will seal it away in my Voidlands and turn it over to the Overseers. That process is... simple. The hard part will be defeating it."

Pop's gaze seemed uncertain then, and ultimately he shook his head. "There's no telling. We were doing the most we could. At the very least, it gave you extra power before the fight. Perhaps that will mean something. But..." Then, some confidence. "The way you took that power as your own and...