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"I've mentioned Natus, the World Ender, many times since we've arrived here. I suspect that a variant of it might be lurking in this world, remember?"

If this was the absol's idea of a joke, it wouldn't even get a laugh from a hatchling. "It seems you need to clean the fur from your ear-frills. I'm not talking about those tiny psychic birds... I'm referring to the daemon that stripped me of my light and is suffocating my world to death."...

"Well, I find the concept of physical gods to be ridiculous in the first place... but here they are." Bahamut drifted down to the ground and lay down on his side. "I have always believed that people and nature should work in tandem. And that disharmony sprouts from those who would seek to...

"Yes." Evidently, Bahamut had opted for the mathematician's answer. Truthfully, he had no idea why the absol was looking for him. "If this is about the lugia, then I don't have many thoughts on her. Other than how strange I find it that more than one of them exists. Are they blood-relatives or...

The grin didn't leave Bahamut's face. "Well now, I'm sure whatever that was about... it will be interesting." <><><>

A devilish smirk spread across Bahamut's beak. "It's too late, child. You've been in close proximity to me long enough. That power is already festering inside you. The only question is how your psyche will shape it." He chuckled. "Try as some of us might, it seems the will of causality has us in...

Sighing, Bahamut levitated Cuicatl's badge away from her. Just because he couldn't do anything to her didn't mean her belongings were safe, after all. He dropped it to the ground then pressed and held the central— well, the only button on the badge with a claw. [Please say a command. For...

"You have a far bigger problem than cold weather: fairy-types. You are... incredibly weak to them," Bahamut said, shrugging his upper wings. "And I'm afraid that dragons cannot simply breathe fire by virtue of being dragons. You have to learn the right moves. The marketplace would have the...

Well, someone was certainly confident. "I suppose time will tell." He set Cuicatl back down on the ground. "I'm sure, regardless the outcome, it will be... interesting. The girl who would be a dragon. 'Be careful what you wish for,' they say."

"Fascinating." A chuckle escaped his beak. "But I wonder if you'll still feel that way when you sprout an extra head. I can feel everyone growing stronger in their time here. Perhaps evolution will be upon you all. Will you embrace that call or turn your back on it?"

“Necrozma, yes.” He picked her up and placed her on his top chest spike. “You’re the only one of the humans I’ve seen enthralled with their new form. Why is that?”

He could make a joke about how seeing was believing, but it wouldn't fly to a blind dragon. Instead he coiled around Cuicatl, his mismatched eyes looking down at her. "Are you sure about that, child? You might want to revise that guess."

"If you're looking for the lugia, you're a few hours too late, child." It didn't matter how bright Bahamut was, because a deino wouldn't be able to tell. Except the radiance he exuded was warm, but dragons hated ice, not warmth. So, it was perfectly fine. He wove through the air about a foot...

"Very well, then." Bahamut turned and glided out of the infirmary.

Bahamut glanced at Cabot. Such childlike optimism when the two battles fought thus far had been far from a walk in the park. The kind of optimism that set up lofty expectations and bred false hope that could give way to crushing despair if the team's efforts were unsuccessful. He was ready to...

“I am more than capable of handling the depths as well.” Bahamut pointed to his ethereal neck. “No lungs. No need to breathe.”

“I see. Unfortunate, but it can’t be helped.” Bahamut pet Potluck’s back, using circular motions with his wing. “So, what now? Your team will investigate the area? As the—” He cut himself off. “Well, as the lone flier on Diyem’s team that isn’t a goofball, I can offer my assistance.” He didn’t...

“Question. If the puppy can change types at will... could he replicate the energy infected folks give off?” Bahamut moved to rubbing Potluck’s cheek-bolt. “Perhaps that would allow you to sense the energy for yourselves.”

“Fascinating.” Bahamut leaned over and scratched Potluck’s neck. “Seems you’re a talented puppy.”

"Your subordinate's aura..." The different colors swirled around Bahamut's eyes. "It's like each of the types slumber inside of him... and he can pull one out to spread across his being if he so chooses. I've never seen such a thing. Much less a pokémon like him."