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"Hm." Diyem nodded. "That's true. Perhaps there can be a source of that somehow..." Owen sat up. "I could go with you, Bahamut. My Tree and I'll be flaring my wings a lot, too. That'd be a pretty steady supply, right? Then again, I might be needed to attack Maple..." "I'm beat, to be honest,"...

Groudon stared again, looking bored, like he'd rather be napping. Karat, meanwhile, refused to look away from Deoxys' core, searching for signs of movement or life or anything. He occasionally seemed to murmur something, and his lips would move, like he was talking... but whatever the...

"Right..." Owen looked around. "I don't think we have the time or energy to do that right now, though. We have to fight Maple soon. I heard from Pop that the Tree isn't going to be able to take much more abuse, so we'll have to go soon." "Yeah, it's starting to dim," Cal explained. "We might...

"I'll try..." Groudon sighed and Karat set the stone down. They stared, together, and Karat looked up after a few seconds. "And what now?" Karat asked impatiently. "...They just told me to shine light on it." Groudon looked down. "...And to wait. But that's because they knew Necrozma's...

Owen blinked. "You're... right," he said. "But... I'm not sure it'll be as easy. Or possible at all..." "Hmm. Because you still had a handle of yourself. You had mental fortitude that Soda might not--he's already been manipulated by you." "I might have had a weaker manipulation. That way, it...

Balm laughed a little. "Maybe when I get some rest," he replied to Brisa. "But... I'd love to. That sounds like a good trip down memory lane. Don't you think?" He glanced at Cepa, who looked about halfway to falling asleep to recover.

"Apparently," Karat spoke up, "he is healed by light from the sun, similar to that Necrozma." "Hmm..." Groudon made a rumbling sound as he considered it. "I'm not really one for healing. Even that first time was... strange. Where is Deoxys now?" Karat seemed to wince. He reached into the bag...

"...I suspect that had we not discovered this, Blacklight Mewtwo would have triggered it like he did with S'more and the others. That's certainly what happened, now... After what Owen described. But if he's the mastermind, why was he so weak when we fought him...?" "I... I would have been...

They had a sense that the battle was nearly over. And as such, it seemed that both recognized that it was time to take on the final volley on both sides. Balm powered through the Pin Missiles and saw Icetales in the way; with draconic fury, he raised his hands, deflected several Pin Missiles...

It didn't take long for him to emerge from the sands, presumably from a nap. There was no telling how long that nap had actually been. Lumbering toward them, Groudon gave them a skeptical look. "You don't expect me to make a volcano... and shoot you to the moon, do you?" Karat was nearby...

Owen groaned, barely conscious, and Wishkeeper drifted toward Owen cautiously. They seemed to be talking telepathically. Wishkeeper nodded a few times, then started to explain to the others what happened, from Owen's perspective. Owen had stayed put after Bahamut left, and the parasite had been...

Owen nodded at Dave. "I'll explain when I wake up." And then, to Brisa, Owen grinned. "Yeah. It's too bad you're into girls." Please go before I say more things. I blame Bahamut. Diyem seemed to get the signal and pulled them out... ... ... The team woke up feeling a little stiff, aside...

Balm was starting to look tired. Nicks and scratches blemished his scaly armor. The seemingly invisible prospective Dialga was showing, finally, signs of weakness. But how much longer could it last? "Here comes another volley!" announced Incineroar. "Who will he take out next?!"

"Huh," Owen said. "That's actually kinda cool. It's too bad that it's our enemy." A beat of silence. "Uh, sorry. Bahamut asked for 'the real Owen' so my filter's not as strong." It helps me cope with it. But at least it's gone now. I feel a lot better. "I don't think you guys need to be in...

There were not many stories that the team did not already know, though some deep digging revealed that, indeed, there seemed to be very brief sightings of Eien here and there. Apparently she really had visited at a time before the Dark Matter crisis... Though that was just confirmation of what...

"Dad wanted me to be a berry farmer," Owen said without skipping a beat.

"Just one step left," Owen said, eyes entirely focused on the parasite. He raised his hand, slowly, as it struggled against him. Then, he tossed the ball a split-second before it broke free, sending a blast toward Owen. He took it in the chest, not bothering to dodge, and then pointed at it...

Cynthian's Pin Missiles mostly struck Balm, dealing a total of 3003 damage! Balm is Staggered! "Ngh... You hit hard. But I can take a lot more than that, now! I'm not so weak!" He stomped on the ground as a wave of divine energy exploded outward from him. "And during your frenzy... you left...

Balm seemed focused... It looked like he was getting ready for a truly devastating onslaught next turn. "Oh, here it comes, folks!" Incineroar shouted. "I think Balm is preparing to go for a devastating flurry! can he be stopped?! Or will Team Spectrum need to weather the results?!"

Dave got a taste of staticky, bitter bile in his mouth from whatever that thing was. And for a second, Dave would get a flash of a vision of something--cold, lifeless eyes staring at him, something like a glare, yet not. It was hard to place who it was... but it was familiar. Someone staring at...