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Yep, I might have missed Tetra there. Reviews were accounted for, but not that sprite, it seems.

Chapter 123 – Grasping at Gold Owen had enough time to launch two Radiant Beams—attack names he coined—at incoming Titans. The first was on the advancing Giratina, this time so thoroughly that it seemed to take her down completely. There was a rumble from most of its disintegrating body...

I feel like answering questions about my own fic for a prize system that I produced is a little too self-congratulatory. If people ask I'll answer, but my main focus or encouragement would be Blacklight.

Hey everyone! As part of the end of Blacklight, I and a bunch of volunteers will be working through the prizes that had been earned over the course of the campaign. Some of these prizes have already been given out! Others are still going to be working through. Since the Blacklight thread has not...

Indeed. It has been a crazy 500 days. Exactly, in fact, from when this game was first officially announced! It obviously isn't my last campaign, as great as this was. And while I do plan on taking a break from running anything ambitious like Blacklight on TR for the foreseeable future (we all...

The darkness reached its peak in Diyem's hands. He had, admittedly, waited longer than he needed to, perhaps as a final gesture of gratitude for everything that they'd done for him. Saved Eien; saved him; saved the world. And... perhaps helped him learn a thing or two in the process. He could...

"Make it a good one. It won't be changing." Owen was already taking on a more heroic pose, wings stretched, chest puffed out, eyes shining. He looked like he'd leapt straight out of one of his comics.

"I hope the same for you, y'know," Owen said, nodding at Nate. "I don't know much of the details... or any of them, I think... but it sounds like you could use a little luck back home, too. But, hey. Out of all of us, you dealt with the Blacklight and didn't even fully evolve. That's probably...

Owen smiled, but then something cold landed on his snout and he blinked. He saw Cal in the far distance, having finally stopped to come back. She was watching them go. Because of course she'd have the will to come back to see it all through, to the very end. He smiled, nodding at her, and then...

Owen nodded, undeterred by the line of questioning, and he even smiled a little at the joke. "You're already prepared," Owen said. "More than I'd ever been for the other times I lost my memories. This is the best way to lose them. But also remember... the life you have when you get those...

Owen nodded, giving Dave a firm look while Flesh sniffled and trembled against Dave. "And you know what, I don't want you to give up the fight that's happening in your world, either," he said. "To me, it sounds harder. But you seem stronger, too, in a way that I'm not."

"That won't be a problem," Diyem said. "If what you explained to me is true, that husk would have already dissolved back to your world anyway. However... Thank you for the warning." Diyem paused. "By the way, I recently learned of a new hell for you. Someone posted many of your favorite...

The ghostly Zoroark looked almost pained, but he disguised it with a smirk at Dave. "Hmph, yeah, yeah, go on and get your pack of smokes," he said. "...Fuck, I need to find someone else to have mozzarella sticks with now. Damn. Just realized that." He rubbed the back of his head, then looked at...

Cal grinned up at Bahamut. "No worldbusting this time, though. Got it?" Diyem eyed Rocky and Nate, but ultimately rolled his eyes. He likely already knew. Fathers like him had a talent about that sort of thing, apparently. But whatever aftereffects it would entail, it wasn't enough that Diyem...

After everything was said and done, Owen went for one last gauntlet to meet everyone on Team Spectrum, including their Void Eternas, just to chat, see how they were, and any last words they might have had. He spent a particular amount of time with Bahamut, who would have been most affected by...

"Hey, don't feel too bad," Owen said to Bahamut. "Cal told me all about you guys. Relayed everything. You're gonna do great, y'know? So, hey, don't forget us, okay?" "Our connection might be," Diyem said, "but only slightly. I'm still your father in the end, and that means something...

Chip says that he has no new projects, and the world, for now, can carry on with inventing things without him. He was going to take a few months off and relax with his father, Reshiram. Cola seems eager to get to training in an era of peace, saying that if things go well, he'd be able to 'eat...

Everything was finished; any affairs the team may have had, all of their obligations, their worries, their business. All was over, whether they wanted it or not. Diyem was in good health, but he could sense that soon, their tenuous hold to their bodies would start to break down. Diyem wouldn't...

"H-heh... heh... are you finished? Is that... the best you can do?!" Zygarde called, nearly kneeling, but not quite down. The dust settled; green arrows, silver energy, massive gashes on the ground, and even a great fissure through the sand... The Tree was destroyed by Astrid, and yet Owen had...

"All this time, I have believed in you!" Zygarde shouted. "Every battle, I watched, and in the end, I was rooting for either victor. Seeing you all come out on top has filled me with such inspiration... Continue! Show me everything that you can do, one last time!" "G-guys?" Owen called...