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"Roommate?" With his size? "That doesn't sound like a good idea. I will likely crush them on accident."

Bahamut dimmed to a pitch-black. Oh, how cruel this world could be. Well, he could go uproot a tree in his frustration later. He wouldn't allow a second cosmog to fall on his watch. "You are a cosmog. A baby nebula that can teleport and open portals between worlds," he said. Bahamut's tone was...

Well, that wasn't good. It seemed that he'd... forgotten how to float like a cosmog should. "I think the time in the machine might have impacted his memory." He lifted Cosmog up to what constituted eye level. "Hello. Can you tell me your name?"

"Io?" Bahamut couldn't tilt his head down in his prismatic form... because he didn't really have a head. "Son, are you okay?"

"Io was trapped inside Darkwhite's machine," Bahamut whispered. He had a sinking feeling this was her vengeance for his treatment of her back at the Dojo. The rest of the team would have to keep her away from him, because he was likely to try and tear her to shreads if given the opportunity.

... oh. Then that would mean— “You are Arceus, then. Apologies. You do not exist where I’m from.”

Relief flooded his mind, giving him an opportunity to look over the newcomer. “Excuse me, sir, you appear to be caught in a fence.”

Bahamut cared not about the sights. Compared to the cosmos, a fancy tower was nothing. All that mattered was his son. He needed light. Energy. Even if he wasn't hurt, there was still the risk of some sort of damage to his spirit. "Someone answer me me! I have to get to the top." Bahamut held...

Bahamut still held Cosmog in his arms. "... light. Need the best source of light." There were towers in the distance. They'd put Io closest to the cosmos. To their light-filled embrace. He started floating in their general direction.

“A new home...” Bahamut floated into the right portal, cradling Cosmog in his arms.

“It has to be possible.” Bahamut’s arms trembled. “Darklaw is so powerful. Too powerful. Hurling someone across dimensions would be effortless. “I saw Chiron. Now I’ve found Io. They’re here. My family... is here.”

“He’s my son,” Bahamut rasped. “He’s here. He’s not... he’s not dead. He’s... here.”

Bahamut heard Maple, but was solely focused on Cosmog. “They’re tired. They need light. Io needs light. I can—” His hands glowed gold. Soft light flittered into Cosmog, at the cost of Bahamut sinking closer to the ground.

Bahamut managed to get himself back up just as the machine fell apart and revealed... "No..." It came out as a rasp. This had to have been joke. It was a fake, like this machine was apparently spoofing Dark Matter. There was no way... no way...

Bahamut managed to keep his allies standing against the onslaught. Good. At least, as exhaustion forced him down to the ground to rest, he could pleasantly on thoughts of Darkwhite throwing a temper tantrum somewhere.

Bahamut gets called by Cynthian (for sunlight, I guess?) and uses Morning Sun on Nip, Curio, and Celeste.

Despite his efforts, his teammates fell into despair. Fitting, given how past attempts at helping had gone for Bahamut. But Cibus was different. It had to be different. He couldn't let things end the same way. O mighty cosmos, shapers of the universe... give those who have sunk into the depths...

Bahamut uses Radiant Siphon on Owen.

This was going about how their other endeavors had. Yet the team always pulled through despite things looking grim at the onset. But this corruption was not doing any favors to Bahamut's teammates. "Little one!" He turned to the vulpix — what was her name again? Oh, yes, Astrid — and offered a...

Bahamut calls Astrid.