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"It's a party," Nero lied. To sell the act, he frowned. "You were supposed to bring an appetizer. Didn't you read the invitation?"

“I can. But I won’t.” Bahamut frowned. “I’m a freak. The people in charge would try to capture me on sight.”

“I wouldn’t know. I live amongst the distortion. All I know is what I’m told by others.”

"If you ask me... greed," Bahamut responded. "When I was whole... I tried to preach cooperation. Pokémon working with each other to avoid being overwhelmed by the forces of nature. But as time wore on after Eternatus... such an ideal was lost. Scattered to the wind. It seemed that, slowly but...

"Punch a tree down? Ridiculous." Bahamut batted the floor with a forepaw. "It's gotten so bad that only the nobles can even learn moves of their own volition. The rest are forced to purchase some sort of equipment. A Flamethrower from such a machine is, at best, as good as an Incinerate. "They...

"Yes, well. None of that happens until all of this is over and done with." He vaguely gestured around the guild. "The pokémon here are far stronger than the average Etherium citizen. To absurd degrees, in some respects." Bahamut tapped a claw on the ground. "Though you seem to be quite...

"It's the exact opposite." Bahamut's expression darkened. "They are trying to use Eternatus as a power source for their society. Though I've managed to... rally some of them to my cause." It was hard to keep his voice steady through that one. "The rest... they're too self-centered." He snorted...

"It's not a benevolent process." Bahamut looked away. "The distortion has already consumed entire cities. Nay, countries. And continuing the process ensures that more will be turned to Phantoms or join the Qliphoth's denizens." He clenched his jaw tight. "I'm attempting to steer such corrosive...

Bahamut nodded slowly. "Mmm. The Qliphoth is Eternatus' realm. One gigantic mystery dungeon only understood by those who have given in to its corruption. Weak spirits are eroded into Phantoms. Particularly strong spirits can become daemons and corrupt others to carry out their whims. The...

Nero tilted his head at Kora. "I beg your pardon? I only know one zoroark and you seem way too scruffy to be him." "Also seems a bit more dopey than Fenrir," a small voice whispered in the back of Nero's head. He doesn't need to know that.

Nero frowned. "Jeez, what did that poor tree ever do to you?"

Bahamut slowly rolled over. At least the hollow eyes made it impossible to read his exhaustion levels. "It was the Qliphoth. That is... essentially, what's waiting for me back home."

"Grrah!" Bahamut abruptly rolled over... in Owen's general direction. His eyes lit up. "What happened?"

There was no core, however. Because they were seeing things as if they were the core. Sure enough, the scattered armor pieces vibrated. They would fly right at Owen and Cal, even though they were incapable of doing anything. The room and the monster, Cerberus, would grow further away, replaced...

Owen's voice failed to reach him. A distorted silhouette spread across the floor. Puddles of gray water... but also fire? And lightning? Icicles hanging from the ceiling, dripping sparks instead of water. The sensation of a warm room suddenly turning bone-chilling cold before growing sweltering...

Bahamut's claws dragged across the floor again. This time he pawed at his metallic mane. His core erupted in a burst of pink light. The room's two other occupants would find a psychic force pressing on their minds. Images of thorn covered vines filled with viscous, red and purple fluid would...

Bahamut stared at them for a bit. Given he was already sleepy, his gaze slowly shifted to their tail flames. Crackling in almost rhythmic manners, but not quite. Flames had not patterns to them. They burned with spontaneity. But such tiny, concentrated flames were peaceful. Cozy. Bahamut never...

"Clear your mind of possible corruptive influences, hmm?" Bahamut crossed one foreleg over the other. "Kind of hard to do when Owen Two is quite literally attached at the hip to you and Owen Three," he gestured to Cal, "follows you around like a hatchling would their parent. "But go right...

Best to play dumb in these situations. But not too dumb. "We probably got dragged through Ultra Wormholes and wound up in this place. Ultra Space can mutate people," he looked at Miss Talking Hat, "so if you weren't always a mimikyu, radiation exposure could explain your transformation. Though...

"Is that so?" Bahamut's eyes turned yellow. "Mmm. How nice of our allies to jump so quickly to your defense. I hope you thanked them for that." He shook his head. "Regardless, I'm skeptical about such claims. We've been here for months. In that time, most of the physical damage has been done by...