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Bahamut frowned. "Then perhaps you ought to seek the newcomers out and give them a friendlier face than mine." He began to hover back to the door. "A pancham and an electrike. I'm sure you'll see them. Especially since most of the other pokémon in this guild are... substantially larger."

That only served as an unfortunate reminder of how many different factors the team needed to take into account. "At this point, the chips are just going to fall where they may."

"Err... I thought Mr. Godfather had some screwed up mew, not a charmander?" Esper poked his forehead. "You really think she could not only escape but break free of all that blacklight and Eternatus energy?"

"You'll have to excuse the aura dog." Esper floated up to Slaking and leaned on his shoulder. "He got really close to that big ass light dragon. I think it made him a bit not right in the head." He spun his nubby hand around the side of his temple.

Esper apparently only succeeded in covering the wall in paint. "Are you sure you're not seeing Owen Three? Uh, Cal, I think she goes by?"

"Hmm. Maybe it's invisible! Ooo, spooky!" Esper waved his arms back and forth, then spewed neon pink paint from his center head needle. If the person was invisible, he'd expose them.

Esper shrugged. "I'm bored. All the fun people went to hell."

"It's not just Etherium. Eternatus has destroyed entire galaxies. Planets with varying amounts of life," Bahamut said. "Once it's done with Etherium, it will move onto whatever planet next attracts its attention." He paused. "But none of that has any bearing on Cibus."

Esper was bored. Everyone left was boring. All serious and emotional. He needed something interesting. Something exciting! Something... like a certain lucario on the prowl in the guild halls. "Hey, good looking. What's cooking?" Esper swam in midair up to the lucario.

"The afterlife is a tangible realm... but now it is only Eternatus," Bahamut said, red and orange expanding in his eyes. "It's why I don't have much ot say about Dark Matter's revelation. I doubt his insides are worse than Eternatus' realm, the Qliphoth."

Death is a part of life, huh. "Wouldn't that be nice." His upper wing joints sagged. "But Eternatus cursed me with eternal life. So, it's not a sentiment I can say is familiar."

"Something to that effect," Bahamut muttered, his light tendrils prickling like a pyukumuku's spikes. "I've lost far too many in such a short time."

"I wonder..." Bahamut looked at the window. "You say that, but neither of us know exactly what he's experiencing right now." His tail coiled around itself. "I certainly know far less about him than you, but surely there are a couple of allies he'd grown close with there with him. They can lean...

Ah, there it was. The subject Bahamut wanted to dance around. Diyem wasn't awake. Bahamut wasn't sure of a good way to even bring up the subject of the Tree and what awaited. His tail twitched. Little sparks of grayscale light danced around it. "Do you not have a badge? The issue at hand is...

"There's... no real progress." Bahamut frowned. "Dark Matter puked up two new members... and promptly passed out. I don't know how long it'll take him to recover from that episode."

The events at the infirmary had left Bahamut with a lot to think about. What was the best way to approach this situation? What was the safest way? Was there even a safe way? Could the team reach an agreement on what to do? And how many people would be left upset? ... none of this even took into...

Bahamut sighed. “They’re scattered around the city. However, given they just lost their friends, I’m not sure they’re going to want to interact. I already informed them you’re here.” He looked at Diyem. Bahamut wouldn’t be able to do anything with him in such a state. “I’m sorry, but I must be...

Shane nodded. "Fine by me." He smiled at him. "Let's go see if we can't find a store, then. I'm Shane, by the way."

Shane finished the last of the salad. "Did you want to go right this second? I'm not entirely sure what this place has as far as shopping and stuff." There was also the fact that Shane didn't exactly pay for this salad. Had someone started some sort of interdimensional tab?

"I'm saying Nero and I can use it... or something like it... to build a device that could work," Shane said between bites of salad. "The two of us are training to work with spiritual energy."