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The sky was clear aside from a few stray clouds in the peripheries. It was chilly, but the sun eased that for a relaxing balance. A shadow eclipsed the light, in the shape of a great, winged creature with a belly that shimmered like oil on the ocean. The creature descended in a wide circle...

Others were shuffling out as well, though all of them took to heart what had been discussed. Owen took a moment to marvel at how many had truly gathered here; it felt like the world's greatest powers had all come together just this once... Would something like that ever happen again? A small...

"I will personally make sure that doesn't happen," Diyem said to Nate. "One reason I want to take him into my Voidlands is that it will, for a time, tie his spirit to mine. If they want to help, then it will have to be with my approval..." Then, with a sigh, he shook his head at Saltriv. "Your...

Thaaaank... Owen, even in his thoughts, seemed to be somewhere between a growl and a gurgle as Cal helped haul him off the field. With what energy he had left, he waved at Pina and Nanab, who, surprisingly, were in better shape than the winning duo. Guess that's what it meant to be a Cibus...

Despite everything, the great barrage that they were dealing against him, the Tree was holding strong. It seemed like all of that restorative property was making up for a lot of the damage being made. But Owen could see the puzzled look on Pine's face, and Owen could only hope he wouldn't...

The first volley came as usual. By now, everyone knew how they opened... "Hey, HEY!" Cal shouted. "Quit ignoring me! I'm RIGHT HERE!" Owen glanced down, nodding. Keep distracting them. I need time... They're too smart for that, Dad! Slow them down! You're already doing it! Fine, fine...

The crowd was large like usual, though not overfilled. This was a strange match, apparently, and it wasn't any of the crowd favorites--Owen rarely attended battles at the Colosseum thanks to his stage fright. But Brisa's encouragements had led him to giving it a shot. And so, the giant...

"That isn't for you to worry about," Diyem said. "Once it's stripped of its power and weakened to where it cannot fight back, I will seal it away in my Voidlands and turn it over to the Overseers. That process is... simple. The hard part will be defeating it."

Pop's gaze seemed uncertain then, and ultimately he shook his head. "There's no telling. We were doing the most we could. At the very least, it gave you extra power before the fight. Perhaps that will mean something. But..." Then, some confidence. "The way you took that power as your own and...

"Do not show it any mercy," Pop advised. "Not until you are certain it had been defeated and stripped of all its power." He surveyed them for a little while longer, and then nodded. "That will be all, then. And--" "Actually," Spectrum Owen said, raising a claw. "I sort of... had a question...

"...Hmm..." Diyem crossed his arms. "I wonder about that." When attention turned to Diyem, he paced only for a few steps, looking thoughtful. "What Bahamut and Pop are saying is correct. It had ultimately become a malevolent force. But if it were as simple as that, it wouldn't be hard to take...

Pop nodded. "Unfortunately, I do not think it is possible to call out to something of this nature. It cannot be reasoned with. When we were calling out toward this before, it was in an attempt to free people from their hold. Now, we are talking to the very entity itself." Pop lowered his head...

People were taking videos.

"At this point, you know as much as I do," Pop said. "Perhaps we can do some testing once I make arrangements... But for now, you will need to make judgements based on your team's capabilities. Any weaknesses you may have, that would be where your assistance from me should cover. I do not think...

Pop nodded. "Not necessarily the bonds you formed, but simply the power shared in general. No matter who you choose, I suspect they will be of similar usefulness in that domain. As for testing..." He sighed. "There is a way, possibly. But I will need to talk to Bean, Diyem, and make arrangements...

Owen grinned. "You take care of yourself, alright?" he said. "And try asking Diyem about it. You never know. He might be Dark Matter and the former embodiment of evil and hatred... but he can be pretty charitable if you ask the right way."

Owen grinned. "Yeah! And not to mention everyone on Cibus is going to remember you, too. All of us, y'know, for saving the world and all that..." He sighed, looking wistful. "I think that all was worth it, for sure... I think you did well, Dill."

"Hey, don't threaten me with a good time." "Cal." Owen held her shoulder, sighing. "Er--question, Pop. Will the people who come with Team spectrum be as strong as us? You said they might be stronger or weaker..." "Mm... I'm not sure. But my guess is they will be perhaps more... durable than...

"Better get used to it, buddy," Cal remarked from the side. "You're a permanent resident now."

I would have to check your spirit more thoroughly. If you happen to be from a world where your soul was cast aside from your living body, leaving behind some kind of automatous husk... then there is a risk. Otherwise, you should be fine.