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“And my real body stitches itself back together thanks to Malice, my universe’s Eterna energy.” Bahamut shrugged. “Dark Matter sure knows how to pick them. I’ll have to avoid thinking about it if I’m to actually help him fend off Maple.”

I can handle that. Just like with the Tree.

“I gave him some of my power to assist,” Bahamut said. “In my training, I’ve learned to mold you shadows into weapons.” He turned away. “I realize the team cares not for how I think or act, but sometimes one has to apply some pressure. This is one of those times. “I don’t care if the team hates...

"You underestimate yourself," Bahamut chided. "Most of what I did amounted to a pep talk for his subconscious. Or your subconscious." He frowned. "This manifesting shadows nonsense is one thing I will absolutely not miss about this planet."

Underground training facility. He is in deep meditation at the moment. I did the same routine as with Joule. Talked his subconscious through overcoming the block. Now he needs one last push to deal with the source.

I was able to locate and start dismantling the block on Owen's memories. However, the source seems to be Eterna energy and looks like an Ultra Stone to the mind's eye. Diyem, I require your presence to proceed any farther. I don't think this body has enough of that energy source for me to keep...

"We located and began destroying the block." Bahamut floated up. Gray light slowly filled up again; his body expanded outward to the form he had gotten used to. "It appears the source is... oddly like an Ultra Stone. Owen has it trapped in a barrier at the moment, but I need to get Diyem. I...

"Fair enough. But I will at least leave you a little something extra." Bahamut whipped his left lower wing in Owen's direction. It spawned black chains that grabbed hold of the shadows trailing off Owen from his attacks. A phantom formed up beside Owen. "Protect him." Bahamut pointed to Owen...

"Leave the escaping part to me." The space around Bahamut and Owen distorted as lines of pure radiance crisscrossed the Ultra Stone. "Begone!"

An Ultra Stone? Probably. Maybe. Certainly looked like one. The things had converted into the much more docile familiars with shadows and radiance, hadn't they? "It was energy from Joule and Diyem that triggered reactions in these things," Bahamut said to Owen. He formed another Shining Blade...

Now he knew which one was talking. Or spelling. Damn mind games. "Right then." His free arm was shaking and he put it on Owen's shoulder. "Sorry for calling you a kid. You're as fierce as any hardened dragon." Bahamut shoved the Photon Geyser into the thing with all he could muster.

"It is... some sort of tendril-sprouting larvae," Bahamut said. "It's tied to the box. You have to open it. You have to swallow that fear. Maybe there are some unpleasant memories you're happier forgetting. But you are the sum of your experiences." He dispelled the Shining Blade. This needed a...

Well, he certainly was tenacious, Bahamut would give him that. Though perhaps a bit foolish. That thing... and that color in the sky. Of course it made him think of Eternatus. Why wouldn't it? Bahamut conjured a Shining Blade and drove it right at the middle of the thing, where the tendrils...

"You can," Bahamut countered. "It's not like you to surrender. This is why you meditate, isn't it? Beat all this ridiculous self-doubt at its own game. You want power. More power." Though as he said it, Bahamut was probing around for the source. With mindscapes, he wasn't restrained by whatever...

"That's because you're the key." Bahamut rested a hand on Owen's shoulder. "You say you've never been in control... but this isn't Kilo. This is Cibus. It only becomes another seal if you stand by and let it. "Gods? You've handled numerous ones here. You keep getting more power with every...

Bahamut stopped. It did seem to be resonating with Owen. Not in a good way, either. Bahamut withdrew his claw and turned to Owen. "You meditate, correct? "Well, this is your mind." He spoke with conviction. "That—" he pointed to the box "—is like a representation of the curse you spoke of. An...

"Even people like me?" Bahamut floated forward. "Whatever people think of Joule or others who look like me, I never had the power to alter reality. Eternatus' energy is what blighted me. Otherwise I'd have been with my wife and son by now." He approached the box. Bahamut could try to shatter...

Bahamut looked where Owen pointed. "I do see it." He floated toward it. Blocks taking the form of boxes wasn't something unfamiliar. There was that old adage about daemon boxes that would spring hellspawns on those who opened them. No guarantee things would turn out like that, of course. He...

Bahamut's core flickered asymmetrically. "The fact that you are aware of its existence means it is within your power to break such a cycle." Was that oddly optimistic for him? Yes. But the good news about this body was that, as Owen even confessed, he didn't know enough about it for that blasted...

Hazy, huh? Bahamut flipped upside-down and continued forward. With no blood, nothing could rush to his head. And with no organs, there was no vertigo. "When I first met you, your memories were a bit... scrambled. Is this something that happens to you a lot?"