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Zygarde nodded. "Yes, that is usually how death works," he said.

"Yes?" Zygarde asked. His head movement caused Toast to growl a little more, nearly being thrown off. He valiantly clung on and tried to bite deeper, but that only caused his wheat-based fangs to crumble against tough scales. Diyem watched closely, not interjecting.

Diyem snorted, shaking his head. "Perhaps this treatment is what can lead to that," he stated flatly, glancing at Zygarde, then at Eien. "It's... at least a relief that you won't be in any trouble," Eien said as Zygarde approached Diyem. The Overseer produced something again, this time a small...

Chapter 120 – Judgement Day Thick, hearty stew bubbled within a cauldron, set inside a giant cave fit for a great behemoth. And a behemoth he was—it was one of the few caves that Owen could comfortably rest in. He didn’t care for proper houses, but he still liked to have shelter when it rained...

Diyem growled to himself, glancing at Zygarde, who seemed, wisely, to not be speaking. Only watching. "My opinion," he said, "on being put through that torment, for the result that I have today? For the future trials I will need to endure as part of their program?" He kept his hands clenched...

"The spirit fought back," Diyem replied, looking away. "...In the end, I was still defeated. It was just... delayed. And I don't like to talk about such things... I'd rather it be clear that there was never a time when everything had been plunged into darkness... After that, it's... it's a blur...

"...In the end, my true dormancy was brief," Diyem said flatly. "I was an exceptional situation. I did not lie... when I told you that I had been defeated by..." He trailed off, looking at his own hands, squeezing them, thoughtful. "...In the end, one spirit shined brighter than what I could...

"Mmf." Diyem paced. "There are three ways for my kind to be dispatched, or three categories. One is the way that they usually first try... The way that fails. Killing outright, as you described. Dark Matter eventually returns and repeats the cycle of destruction. The second way is how things...

Zygarde looked at Nate, not saying anything. But perhaps for the first time, there was a ghost of an expression in those unmoving eyes of his. Puzzlement, perhaps, or curiosity. But before Zygarde could say anything at all in response to Nate, a deep, rumbling, spine-tingling laughter started...

"He is a test subject," Zygarde said. Diyem grumbled. "That much is true." "The results have been very promising. With our findings, we will be able to treat many other Dark Matter entities without worrying about them trying to create more hellworlds. They can even help liberate existing ones...

Diyem said nothing. He paused for a time, and then looked away. "...If we fail to defeat the Blacklight," he said, "then it will grow and become more powerful. It will seep into Cibus once again, as the core conduit. In fact, it may seep directly through Arceus like a gateway. "I cannot...

"If it behaves similarly to how previous entities have in worlds like these," Zygarde said, "yes. It behaves in a way that is similar to Dark Matter and the Bittercold Omen." "Then the fight against the Miracle Matters was..." Owen thought about it. "Buying time," Diyem finished. "Pop knew...

"Yes," Zygarde said. "That would be you." He nodded at Diyem. "We have observed this Blacklight and see that the best course of action would be to defeat it with the source that it had been created from. Part of that source is your Shadows, and the energy from Eternatus, both of Eien as well as...

"This was a great violation of the agreement given between Diyem and the Overseers," Zygarde stated. "It is something that we have evaluated while observing what was happening on Cibus." "So you've always been watching," Diyem said lowly. "It sounds as if you have not yet mobilized a proper...

It seemed clear why such exceptional and resolute spirits had been chosen to take the place of Ho-Oh and Lugia, guardians of cycles and storms. The thunderclap seemed to echo in the open air, returning back to them from the Colosseum walls and the crowd, as Brulee finally fell, unable to get...

"I am not," Diyem said. "I was abducted into it by a rogue force. I am not here by choice." "Would you have been able to leave?" "Yes, but I chose to stay and assist as a citizen Overseer." "You also abducted spirits from tens of realities and brought them here." "There is nothing against...

The spinning tornado didn't end. Attack after attack after attack came at her until, finally, with the Dual Wingbeats that followed and only a grazing shot from the last one blasting through her shields, the flames seemed to die out. Brulee looked solid again, and he, panting heavily, did...

I'm watching from far away. There... I'm sensing a lot of other Pokemon kind of walking about. It's normal, but there are more than usual...

Zygarde stepped toward the door, but before he could knock, it opened. Diyem stood there in his Charizard form, staring him down. "If we are going to do this, then I want it done outside." After a slight pause, Zygarde placed his paw down and stepped back. Diyem followed, as did Eien, drifting...

"Wow!" cried Incineroar. "I can see the sparks from Brisa even through all the flames! It doesn't look like she's letting up at all, but--what's this?! Brulee's vitality seems to be at just a sliver left, and yet it's resolute! It won't go down! How long can he keep it up, who will fall first?!"...