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"Continue to focus on the stiffness. Focus on it... and feel it... melt away." Bahamut lowered the stone onto Brisa's neck. The steam enveloped her fur, mixing with the incense that was already in the air.

"The body is an extension of the mind," Bahamut said, as if he was reciting something. "A burdened mind burdens the body, and vice versa." He flicked an upper wing toward the boiling cauldron and levitated one of the stones out. "I want you to breath deeply. Breath... and focus on your neck. On...

He gestured to the cushions with a wing. “Lie down on your stomach. And stretch your legs out if you can.”

“Privacy.” Bahamut shrugged. “Those journalists have been snooping around and cornering our team lately.” He glanced at the walls. “Also the fortifications can keep the incense fumes from going away.”

Settings things up proved simple. The guild had a cauldron and the means of starting a fire under it. The training room was as good a place as any to make things work. It wasn't like the room would be withstanding any attacks or anything. Probably. Maybe. Procuring stones that were to Bahamut's...

Bahamut silently made for the door.

“She is currently fighting a daemon known as Eternatus.” Bahamut rose from his seat. “Team Spectrum will be attempting to pacify them both.”

Bahamut continued to stare at the bowl. "Maple was able to do this challenge, wasn't she?" He frowned. Did the fact that she swallowed up her whole planet contribute to that? Maybe there had been a sign something was wrong this entire time. Frightening.

“It’s ridiculous, is what it is.” He looked at the empty bowl. “Some of our teammates really aspired to beat this? Don’t they realize they can get sick overeating?”

"Look at me." Bahamut pointed at his face. "I do not have taste buds."

Bahamut was unsure why he let Owen pester him into this ridiculous farce. He couldn't even taste the food in question for pity's sake. The curry would hit the light underneath his beak and... vanish. And this continued for every spoonful he took. Eventually when the bowl was at a reasonable...

In the stands, a certain shade shook its head, frowning. "How disappointing. A defeat would have left a bitter sting upon their hearts... forcing them to work harder. To shine even brighter amongst Spectrum." Its head crest fanned out. "But a victory by the narrowest of margins? That only...

“It has little to do with the mind,” Bahamut said. “It’s an old technique I learned for alleviating tension in muscles and joints.” Ironic, of course, since Bahamut had neither. “Relaxing the body can relax the mind.”

“Yes. Or you can accept this invitation for tomorrow.” He gestured to Brisa. “I think fire-types greatly enjoy hot stone therapy.”

“Which reminds me.” Bahamut looked Diyem in the eye. “We need to talk strategy soon. While we can pass shadows between one another, we’re lacking a steady source of radiance. This needs to be amended.”

“I can communicate with Soda mentally, yes.” Bahamut tucked his head. “There are a number of techniques I can try. Might need some help from Joule, but they should be possible.”

“There is another possibility.” Bahamut crossed his wings. “Someone with an iron will can force the person in question to their mindscape and work within those rules. I have regrettably had to do such things in the past.” He shook his head. “But it is not something we need to make a final...

“Regardless, we now have tangible proof that these blocks can be removed.” Bahamut slowly regained his light. “Which means we can do the same thing to these Soda clones.”

"Right." Bahamut turned away. "Well, I'll leave you to... rediscover yourself? Yeah, something like that." His hands sparked with distorted energy and he was gone in a flash.

Humming, Bahamut crossed his arms. "So, the shade actually had a point." There was disbelief in his voice. "That thing is pursuing power. Owen must've factored into it. And perhaps that means Soda does, too."