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Owen nodded at Dave. "I'll explain when I wake up." And then, to Brisa, Owen grinned. "Yeah. It's too bad you're into girls." Please go before I say more things. I blame Bahamut. Diyem seemed to get the signal and pulled them out... ... ... The team woke up feeling a little stiff, aside...

Balm was starting to look tired. Nicks and scratches blemished his scaly armor. The seemingly invisible prospective Dialga was showing, finally, signs of weakness. But how much longer could it last? "Here comes another volley!" announced Incineroar. "Who will he take out next?!"

"Huh," Owen said. "That's actually kinda cool. It's too bad that it's our enemy." A beat of silence. "Uh, sorry. Bahamut asked for 'the real Owen' so my filter's not as strong." It helps me cope with it. But at least it's gone now. I feel a lot better. "I don't think you guys need to be in...

There were not many stories that the team did not already know, though some deep digging revealed that, indeed, there seemed to be very brief sightings of Eien here and there. Apparently she really had visited at a time before the Dark Matter crisis... Though that was just confirmation of what...

"Dad wanted me to be a berry farmer," Owen said without skipping a beat.

"Just one step left," Owen said, eyes entirely focused on the parasite. He raised his hand, slowly, as it struggled against him. Then, he tossed the ball a split-second before it broke free, sending a blast toward Owen. He took it in the chest, not bothering to dodge, and then pointed at it...

Cynthian's Pin Missiles mostly struck Balm, dealing a total of 3003 damage! Balm is Staggered! "Ngh... You hit hard. But I can take a lot more than that, now! I'm not so weak!" He stomped on the ground as a wave of divine energy exploded outward from him. "And during your frenzy... you left...

Balm seemed focused... It looked like he was getting ready for a truly devastating onslaught next turn. "Oh, here it comes, folks!" Incineroar shouted. "I think Balm is preparing to go for a devastating flurry! can he be stopped?! Or will Team Spectrum need to weather the results?!"

Dave got a taste of staticky, bitter bile in his mouth from whatever that thing was. And for a second, Dave would get a flash of a vision of something--cold, lifeless eyes staring at him, something like a glare, yet not. It was hard to place who it was... but it was familiar. Someone staring at...

Balm puffed, stepping back as he caught Cepa in his arms. "Your tenacity is... something I can admire," he remarked, pivoting his foot on the ground for a new stance. "I think I have your strategy down now, though." Cepa, tiredly, was floating off the arena in an attempt to avoid the rest of...

"Okay..." Owen held his breath. "At three. One... two... three!" The golden Protects disappeared; just as quickly, the pulsating thing screeched and blasted Owen with a red beam of energy. He held his wings forward to endure it, but that was the one moment when they were free to attack back...

T̀hey'r͢ȩ ļyin͟g͏ t̨o ̴y͝ou͢. They wanted to help You'̕r̡e w͘eak͏. ̛A͟ pup̧p͠e̕t̵.̨ ͜Sub̵m̀i̢t. I trust them. "It's alright, Dave," Owen said. "I get it. I wasn't going to just stay here forever, after all. I knew someone would come back to help, because... that's what a team does." He...

"Balm, no!" Cepa shouted, but then Balm held up a claw even as his other hand kept him from collapsing to the ground. "I'm... fine. Heal yourself..." Balm puffed, then got to his feet. The gem around his neck was even brighter. "...That was it. That was the power I needed..." He crouched. "I...

The thing that was sealed inside looked like a pulsating core, somewhere between organic and mineral. It seemed more organic than anything, with tendrils writhing out from some ends and trying to jab and dig at whatever it could. "What kind of kid do you take me for?" Owen asked Bahamut with an...

The phantom that Bahamut had left behind had, at some point, been depleted. Owen himself was sitting a stone's toss away from the sealed creature, occasionally forcing more Protects onto it as he usually did before returning to a meditative stance. "Back so soon?" Owen called, eyes closed and...

"At first," Diyem said. "And the moment Owen seems secure and that thing seems weak... strike it with him before it has a chance to twist that into something against you." "The old surprise attack..." Cal nodded. "I don't think I want to risk getting stuck in there, since I'm not, y'know, one...

"No! I can't stop their healing?!" "They're too coordinated to fall for a trick like that," Balm said, an impressed grin spreading across his face. " His claw tapped at that blue jewel again, but then he seemed to hold off on it. Perhaps waiting for the right time? "Balm, why aren't you..."...

"...Mrm... this is uncharted territory, even for me," said Diyem with a rumble. "But I believe Bahamut has the correct approach here. We must make sure that Owen does not realize we are trying to rescue him or, more specifically, that whatever it is within him doesn't realize it. Perhaps it is...

"No," Diyem said. "It's definitely within his very spirit, or at least the energy attached to it in Cibus. This is not the body he came to Cibus with; he was vaporized by Joule. That also means that killing him will not resolve the issue. We have to remove it from him explicitly." "How?" Cal...

Cepa shrieked loudly and went flying into Balm's arms. "Ow ow ow... they... I've never been attacked that hard before in my life!" "Cepa..." Balm sighed. "Don't underestimate them..." "I... I think I'm in over my head..." Balm stood up. "Maybe. But keep fighting. We have a battle to win...