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“What the fuck happened? Where is Eternatus? And Maple?”

Bahamut's body rippled. The ethereal light twisting in ways in wasn't meant to as he tried to keep the portal open. This corrosive aura he felt on the other side... how familiar it was. "What the hell are you all doing? None of this will mean a thing if you let yourselves get trapped in there...

The Tree was shaking even more. “Idiots! Get yourselves out before this place blows up or something!” The shade sat on its haunches and appeared to sniff at the air in spite of its heavy helmet. “Perhaps they’ve witnessed that divine love for themselves.”

It's for the best. It's for the best. It's for the best. Bahamut floated in the Tree's entryway. Ever since the fiasco at the Worldcore, he had been in some sort of fog. The Tree must've reacted to it and with how much he had probed it trying to get a sense of what was going on, he'd gotten...

Logging three sets of writing challenges based on time written. Please auto-buy whatever Shield and Heal upgrades I can afford at my given level.

“No struggle is endless. There will always be something that shifts the balance of power until a measure of finality appears.” The shade’s eyes turned purple. “You think things are rough for the team, but they are persevering regardless. Either the blacklight will surge to an unfathomable level...

“Struggle builds character. Simplicity makes things boring,” the shade wheezed. “Monotony breeds indifference. Those who are indifferent will never find their hope.”

Chapter 16: The Red Planet Compared to the fortress-like Crowne Court, the nearby rail station Yuna floated back and forth in front of was… underwhelming. Heck, calling it a proper station wasn't right. There were no ticket kiosks or fences to keep people away from the tracks. Not even a...

"Specific energy?" Bahamut didn't bother making eye contact. "Bah, that's hardly helpful. Every foe we've fought have managed bizarre techniques that don't seem to line up with what they should be capable of." "Isn't it so interesting?" The shade practically disappeared and popped up right next...

“The team was accosted by a bodyless soul when fleeing the Worldcore,” the shade rasped. “It wants them to get it more power. Which makes it a new development. A new hurdle for Cibus to strengthen its resolve.” Bahamut frowned. “This fool thinks it’s the soul of the mewtwo under Giovanni’s...

“Huh?” Bahamut’s head swiveled around. “Just put whatever it is down somewhere.” He gestured vaguely with a wing, then swiveled his head back. “Do you have any alternate theories?” The shade’s eyes flickered. “Don’t be rude to your guest. She looks as though she’s gazed upon Death. Which...

There was a reason Bahamut was hard to find. He had dimmed himself the moment that obnoxious shade showed up. “You have no way of proving your ridiculous theories true,” he growled. “Perhaps not. After all, Eternatus is the only absolute no matter the universe.” The shade raspingly chuckled...

“And what of the husk you left behind for us to tend to?” The shade’s eyes flickered. It sounded... giddy? “Will you fade into oblivion if we destroy it? Or have you severed your mortal coil?”

There was soft laughter from the back of the group. Possibly the mouth of the cave. "It seeks to expand such an unstable energy because it craves miracles that it cannot perform." Coughs. Wheezes. A slow, rasping breath. "Perhaps the energy you all have taken to has gained a measure of sentience."

“In the end, it worked out for them.” The shade wheezed under its mask. Its eyes glistened. “Their bond has deepened beyond simple measures. Such tender gestures show that they will emerge from their struggles as more than friends. From the ashes of despair emerged a shining hope. Khh. Khh hh.”

Bahamut hadn't accompanied the team due to needing to look after the Tree. However, the shade wanted to see the chaos happen with its own eyes. So, it skulked in the back, clinging to the shadows flung about by Team Spectrum. But it wasn't chaos. It was a work of art. Reality warping in...

There wasn't any physical headbutting involved, but Bahamut got Cabot's point. Though it did make him wonder if Cabot enjoyed butting heads with fellow... hardheaded pokémon like the cranidos and rampardos that Bahamut had seen in his universe. "That works for me." He offered a lower wing for a...

So, perhaps the pokémon in Cabot's world had less power behind their attacks? Or were just sturdier? Either way, Bahamut imagined he could cut them down effortlessly in his real body. Especially if there was a light source. But that was neither here nor there. "It crossed my mind," Bahamut...

"Ah, yes. Everyone loves their Blacklight powers." Bahamut stretched his neck before settling back against the tree. "Even if they make you explode or manifest your inner daemons as creatures with their own sentience." He paused. "I wouldn't say anyone's gone on a full-fledged power trip, but it...

"Is that so?" Bahamut tapped his chin. "I'd consider anywhere without sunlight or moonlight to be at least a pretty crummy place."