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"By accident?" Necrozma looked at his right hand. "I'd say it was by design. What better way to make us vulnerable than to take away our best and most useful abilities?"

"Hmm?" He looked at Celeste. "Ah, yes, the disaster-senser with no disaster sense. You were making a scene in front of Truffle earlier."

"So, this is a dojo, hmm?" Necrozma floated in, arms slopping dragging across the ground and kicking up dirt. He was expecting something more... impressive. But there were no mats or scrolls depicting important fighting techniques. Though given how primitive the architecture of this Treasure...

"You as well." He couldn't sleep in this form. He knew that much. The best he could manage was a sort of stasis. Still, he figured he'd have togo to the Dojo eventually. Necrozma floated off toward the path back to Treasure Town. <><><>

"Dark Matter?" Necrozma's crystals clinked and grinded against one another. "Nrgh, perhaps it's the light element, but that name garners an... unpleasant feeling." He gripped his right shoulder and pressed against it. A loud pop echoed across the beach. "But I see..." Necrozma looked at the...

Necrozma abruptly stiffened. "Excuse me? I thought this Arceus character was your leader?" He looked around. "And this world is still in one piece at the moment, so how could they have failed?"

"I could bounce back from failing a task. But I failed a world." Quieter, he added, "My world."

"I'm afraid not. In this lightless form, I've taken to calling myself Necrozma." He stared at the sand. "I didn't want anyone getting too close to me, so I thought something intimidating might keep people away." Necrozma paused. "It worked."

"And that is another symptom of exposure to the daemon's energy. If someone is successfully freed from the energy's grips, they do not recall what happened to them." Necrozma shuddered. "It's unfortunate, really. But, hmm, to think that your attacks won't work against Magikarp." He tapped his...

"A faceless daemon." Necrozma drew the same symbol on the beach he did earlier: the circle with five diamonds around it. "People in my universe referred to it as 'World Ender.' It was a creature that was said to be able to produce infinite energy... breaking a basic law of nature." He stared at...

"That's what I feared." Necrozma looked at his right hand again. "In my, err, travels... I came across phenomenon similar to Magikarp's. Hence why I'm willing to offer up a theory if you're interested." If it meant it could help his new allies escape the trap and return to their worlds in peace...

"I... suppose so." Necrozma wished there was a way to sever the infernal connection to Stoogezard. "But, well, your supervisor can't really think the giant magikarp is the only problem, can they? Otherwise... would not all available resources you have be dispatched to deal with it?" He shrank...

Soothed. It was the only way he could describe the light. Chiron had described this luxurious feeling of standing under a warm shower. He never really understood it until this point. And yet that thought made the light pouring into him quite bittersweet. His core brightened. The mismatched...

There was a small voice in his head telling him not to let his guard down. But the pain rattling in his core was too great. Arms hanging limply by his sides, he floated into the beacon in question.

Necrozma's core rattled inside in frame. In fact, small sparks of various colors popped out of his shoulder joints and fizzled out against the beach. There was something about Truffle's aura. It was only a split second... but it felt so warm. "It's so," Necrozma shakily reached a hand toward...

Something about that comment didn't sit right with Necrozma. If there were, indeed, multiple realities, he could buy there being a creature like him in one of them. But he couldn't imagine one being willing to let others study them just for the sake of the knowledge. "And yet... you named a few...

There it was again: his kind. He let the words rattle around in his head. "A... kind?" Necrozma looked at his right palm. "I traveled to several worlds in my universe. Never stayed long. I was 'other' to the inhabitants. It left me with the impression I wasn't actually a pokémon." He turned to...

Necrozma floated over to Truffle. "Where can we meet in private, Decidueye?"

Necrozma most definitely heard that. He shot Cynthian the closest thing he could manage to a scathing glare. "Perhaps... we can discuss that matter in private later?" he said to Truffle.

Necrozma doubted the decidueye had any light crystals on him. "I'm sure those among the group who need to eat will be grateful."