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Diyem growled and pulled his arm aside. "I think I know what I'm doing. I've used shadowflame all the time to keep things warm, and food simply doesn't taste good without it. I'm just using more of it this time to harden up the dough." Diyem continued, but he did move the flame away. The dough...

"Hmph. In the end, you are a lot like a Void Shadow, so I suppose there is some indirect resemblance that way," commented Diyem as he stepped through a book nearby that had apparently been the recipe and instructions for bread. "More heat," he murmured to himself, and then pointed at the base of...

"I can sense negativity, Puddle," Diyem replied idly. "I know what you are feeling right now and how much you are trying to mask it. It isn't working. I am a child's worst nightmare." He inspected whatever was cooking in the oven, frowning. It wasn't rising fast enough and something that had...

Hmph, do you take issue with being hellspawn? Therapist's offices are just down the road. No different from usual kids, I guess, Cal commented.

"...I am trying to learn how to cook, yes," Diyem said. "It is none of your concern nor business why. But I shall be fine learning it on my own." He turned around, leaving the door open for Puddle to enter and close. "We learned that the Ultra Shades are actually unhatched eggs of some kind...

"...What do you want." The response was somewhere between tired and annoyed. Heavy footfalls got closer to the door until it finally opened, and Shadowy smoke poured out of the room. Most of the home had been converted to a giant indoor garden, but Diyem largely ignored it and only brought back...

I like to think my Shadow essence is involved as well. This is not a normal mating ritual. I am your fathers as well. Well, someone's feeling possessive, Cal commented. I am only stating the facts. It was Joule's energy, Eien's egg, and my excess Shadows from your hosts that became involved in...

There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary with Marshadow, and while Owen would probably be able to provide further details about it, Marshadow didn't seem to have proper anatomy within his body, either. But at the same time, he also lacked any sense of Eterna-parasite, too. Then...

"...Don't remember," Soda said after a long moment of trying to recall. It seemed to be a genuine struggle for him; too much strain, and Soda feared he might not last even as a Substitute. "Eien has a Core of a sort," Diyem said, "but it isn't one of stone, or one you could call a meteor. It...

Sword reached out weakly. "Yeah... Good fight. But I bet with some coaching, I'll be able to beat you." She smiled weakly, glancing at Shield, who sighed. "You could have if you just... ah, never mind." Shield pulled Sword close. "I'm just glad you're okay." Just barely, Sword reached out to...

The final strikes left Darkwhite flying through the air before the final Void Arcstrike seemed to knock the Darkwhite out of her. She went skidding across the ground, rolling for several more feet after that, and the sensors on the monitor finally returned to normal--enough to sense that Sword...

"Did that do it?" Incineroar said, squinting through the clear smoke left behind from the blast. He leaned forward, squinting. The cameras didn't pick up anything, but they still fizzled at the distortions that the invisible Blacklight energy left behind. "AHAHAHA! Prepare to LOSE! This is my...

"Gah!" Sword went flying backwards again after a particularly nasty swipe from Brisa. She flopped and skipped over the ground, plumes of dry dirt rising into the air. The crowd was quiet, wondering if that was the end of the match, but they glanced at the screen and saw that there was still...

A horrible shriek echoed out of the Colosseum, but it was hard to tell if it was one of frustration or pain as the Crunch attack bore down on the tiny Mew. Despite everything, though, Sword was even more durable than before, like a passive Psychic barrier was keeping her protected. "Sword...

"A-ha! I gotcha!" "Uhuhu... You attacked me and hit my barriers like an idiot! Now I attacked you back! What're you gonna do now, huh?! I have way too many cool attacks for you to win!" "Sword, you barely scratched her!" "Shh, shh, I still have an awesome plan! Just you wait! Go groom your...

"Aaaah! You play really rough!" Sword shouted, and then, just before Brisa coult strike with that actual Play Rough strike, she disappeared entirely. The attack whiffed, but it seemed like, when Sword reappeared, she was back to her dainty, Psychic feline form, rubbing at her arm. "That hurt!"...

Sword yelped in surprise and went toppling backward from the attack, looking much more fragile than Brisa was without the support of time and perhaps latent power from Luz. Sword wobbled to her feet and giggled. Speaking with Brisa's voice, she said, "Wow, that was so cool! So advanced! But I...

Sword giggled and flipped through the air. "I'll show you my best if you can get me there!" She punched the air a few times, then slammed her feet hard on the ground, which kicked up a few tiny clouds of dust. "C'mon! Let's go!" "Looks like everyone's fired up!" Incineroar said, waving at the...

No matter what was happening in the world, it seemed like Destiny Colosseum was always raring for a fight, and the audience was always a little larger when Team Spectrum got involved. Incineroar was shouting his usual declarations, talking about the special match of the day, and then called for...

"Yeah, ones like me do," Soda said. "Doesn't really feel exactly the same, if you ask me..." Talking about random crap with Dave always eased his nerves. "Hmmm... Maybe. But I don't sense any new life from it." Xerneas seemed a little upset by this. "What happened to it? It seems... wrong...