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“I didn’t actually know if that would work,” Necrozma gingerly scooped up his stress— err, light ball. “But Maple’s attack felt like it had a similar aura about it. So, I went for it.” He turned to Balm and bowed. “I apologize for my rudeness. I simply couldn’t stand seeing you in pain.”

A shadowy haze? Some sort of infection? Well, it sure seemed like Maple's attack had done... something. Whereas his Confusion was... borderline worthless. Fitting, he supposed. But if this sceptile was suffering, why were they just standing around talking? Necrozma looked at his light orb. Then...

XxX Chapter 5: Here Comes the Boomburst A small partition appeared in the dark, circular swirls of distortion, like an open flap from a pitched tent. From his position atop a pile of moss-covered rubble cobbled together to look like a seat, the Phantom watched a Mr. Rime stroll across the...

“... tch.” Necrozma saw where the other attacks were going. He fired pink psychic rings down. If they couldn’t strike true, perhaps they could restrain?

It was fast. Or... they were fast? There was a distinct lack of fliers among the people assembled, but Necrozma could float. So float he did. Hovering up to ensure nobody could go skyward. He pointed his right arm forward, ready to strike with Confusion if necessary.

“What the–” Necrozma nearly dropper his light orb. “What just happened?”

“Something did. It was...” Necrozma went silent. “Honestly, I’m not sure what it was.”

"It's hard to explain." Necrozma looked at the sphere. "I can deal with the burning sensation... but if I take it too much at once my core rattles in an unsettling manner. It's a pain I've... not really experienced before." He tapped a claw against the orb. "The one who sent us here told us he...

"You seem to be in brighter spirits than earlier." Internally, Necrozma cringed from that pun.

"Mmm." Necrozma's core rumbled. Was it... laughter? "I don't think I'll be putting that on my business card anytime soon." He paused. "Or buying business cards, for that matter." Did this world even have physical currency? "But more importantly, I sense an approaching presence. If this is who I...

"Weren't you the one saying you didn't need an uplifting story?" Necrozma tossed the light orb to himself. "You don't have to say anything encouraging. I suppose, like gifts, it's the thought that counts." Even if he wasn't necessarily worth said thoughts.

Necrozma pressed the light orb to his torso. A sizzling sound arose. "It's the curse of immortality. Mortals are thrilled by the idea... until they learn what it actually entails. Then it stops being so thrilling."

A sigh. "It was such a long time ago. Tens of thousands of years." Necrozma shrugged. "Contrary to the stories I'm hearing, there are no pokémon that can control time in my universe. It's not worth dwelling on anymore."

"Why do you think I was so skeptical of that 'hero's aura' drivel?" Necrozma crossed his arms. "I did what I felt had to be done." His core dimmed. "If you think me a monster, that's fine. I deserve it."

"Very well then." Tucking the light orb under his right arm, Necrozma leaned back against the sandy mound and crossed his arms. "You know Cabot? Well, on my planet, his kind does not exist." His core dimmed. "In the earliest years, pokémon were struggling to come to grips with their existence...

"A story?" Necrozma sighed. "I do not have any sort of uplifting tales to pass along. Are you sure you want to hear something from me?"

"Legendary pokémon?" Necrozma parroted. "That is... not a term I'm familiar with. And I've heard 'dialga' and 'palkia' brought up, but they are foreign terms to me."

"It seems like some of the folks here already knew Diyem," Necrozma continued. "Especially Owen." He tapped his index claws against the orb. "I find it so... curious that Diyem first chose to send Owen and only Owen to this world. Perhaps he was trying to replicate the past situations in this...

"I'm sure it's linked to Diyem." Necrozma pulled the orb back toward his core. "Even if he's not trying to sacrifice us to the looming threat facing this world, I do not believe his motives are altruistic. He is... definitely withholding crucial information from us." If he had a brow, this is...

"Actually... Maple claimed this was a test for something that involved the whole team." Necrozma passed the orb to his left hand and held it up. However, his larger statute put it well out of Cynthian's reach. "But taking this light in — how should I put this? — it burns. Like being struck by a...