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"Do not show it any mercy," Pop advised. "Not until you are certain it had been defeated and stripped of all its power." He surveyed them for a little while longer, and then nodded. "That will be all, then. And--" "Actually," Spectrum Owen said, raising a claw. "I sort of... had a question...

"...Hmm..." Diyem crossed his arms. "I wonder about that." When attention turned to Diyem, he paced only for a few steps, looking thoughtful. "What Bahamut and Pop are saying is correct. It had ultimately become a malevolent force. But if it were as simple as that, it wouldn't be hard to take...

Pop nodded. "Unfortunately, I do not think it is possible to call out to something of this nature. It cannot be reasoned with. When we were calling out toward this before, it was in an attempt to free people from their hold. Now, we are talking to the very entity itself." Pop lowered his head...

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"At this point, you know as much as I do," Pop said. "Perhaps we can do some testing once I make arrangements... But for now, you will need to make judgements based on your team's capabilities. Any weaknesses you may have, that would be where your assistance from me should cover. I do not think...

Pop nodded. "Not necessarily the bonds you formed, but simply the power shared in general. No matter who you choose, I suspect they will be of similar usefulness in that domain. As for testing..." He sighed. "There is a way, possibly. But I will need to talk to Bean, Diyem, and make arrangements...

Owen grinned. "You take care of yourself, alright?" he said. "And try asking Diyem about it. You never know. He might be Dark Matter and the former embodiment of evil and hatred... but he can be pretty charitable if you ask the right way."

Owen grinned. "Yeah! And not to mention everyone on Cibus is going to remember you, too. All of us, y'know, for saving the world and all that..." He sighed, looking wistful. "I think that all was worth it, for sure... I think you did well, Dill."

"Hey, don't threaten me with a good time." "Cal." Owen held her shoulder, sighing. "Er--question, Pop. Will the people who come with Team spectrum be as strong as us? You said they might be stronger or weaker..." "Mm... I'm not sure. But my guess is they will be perhaps more... durable than...

"Better get used to it, buddy," Cal remarked from the side. "You're a permanent resident now."

I would have to check your spirit more thoroughly. If you happen to be from a world where your soul was cast aside from your living body, leaving behind some kind of automatous husk... then there is a risk. Otherwise, you should be fine.

"It was," Owen agreed, nodding. "But when we first came here, we knew it was all going to be... temporary. I'm enjoying myself when I can." He sighed, looking across the sea, then at Cal, who seemed transfixed at something about Owen. "How are you doing, Cal?" "I, uh--nothing. It's fine." She...

"Never say never," Owen said gently, bringing his tail around Dill, not touching him, but at least showing that he had someone there for him. "I've... lost a lot of people in the past, but there's always a chance to see them again, one way or another. If you choose to, at least. And hey, if...

It was, perhaps, the largest crowd to have ever gathered in front of Destiny Tower. Heroes of old and new stood together, amounting to what seemed like almost a hundred strong. Team Spectrum, their Void Eternas, the Miracle Matters, the Legends, the Guild, and the Omen Heroes had all gathered...

Owen frowned, thoughtful. "There are a lot of people who would prefer to stay, I think. Lives that are better here than there, even if there are people they'd leave behind, but..." He sighed, pensive. "I don't think Diyem's allowed to do that. He might get in trouble with Overseers. More than he...

Owen frowned, thoughtful. "Well, I think if you really did die, and Diyem took you after that, then you'd probably return to whatever astral plane you're supposed to go to afterward... You can always ask him. He kinda doesn't tell people things if they don't bother asking..."

Owen nodded, sitting next to Dill. He towered over him, but seemed to be making an effort not to frighten anyone. He was probably used to his size by now. "I think we'll make it. And even if we don't... Cibus is safe, at least. That's the important part." Though if the failed, the Blacklight...

Owen spotted Dill and smiled, drifting down until he was by the shoreline. His feet sank a few inches into the sand. "Hey... Dill," Owen said, nodding as he recalled the name. They hadn't talked often. "Getting ready for the fight? We've been trying to take it easy so we could be in top form."

"Oh," Cal said, frowning. "Well, you probably still have an astral sea to go back to, if that's the case. We've been delaying your arrival there, or something, I bet... Diyem would probably know the answer to that!" She grinned, or tried to encourage him, but just then, the ocean waters...

Cal blinked, glancing at Dill. "Well, no," she said. "I won't be going, I mean, my home is technically Cibus. It's you guys who are going home to the worlds you came from."