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"You're one to talk," Cosmog muttered to Bahamut, turning another page to continue reading.

Cosmog nodded, looking pleased, but then looked down at the book with an uncertain squint. "...This... text," he said. "It's not... it's not familiar to me. I don't know what it's saying unless I... Wait, no, I think I understand it. How does that..." Cosmog sighed and decided not to question...

Far to the west of Destiny Village was the headquarters of the best of the best. This guild, despite its unprofessional name, was a worldwide gathering of talents of some of the strongest mortals to ever enter the Dungeon delving profession. And while Dungeons were rapidly fading--prior to the...

The pinpricks of light disappeared and suddenly everything had gone completely silent. The very wind stopped, and whatever idle sounds had been coming from outside had stopped too. Clouds of spectral darkness surrounded Cynthian, even darker than the room itself, and enveloped him in an instant...

"Khhh..." The Mimikyu shifted around inside the pile again, looking at Cynthian with a quiet hiss, though it didn't sound like a warning. Perhaps it was pleased? It was difficult to get a read on her... "Okay," she eventually agreed, and another gust of wind blew through the home. The coverings...

"Good..." Leg shuffled into the pile until there was nothing left of her. A few dolls fell away and a little, dark hole in the pile appeared where two pinpricks of light stared at Cynthian.

Leg looked hesitant at that, looking at the doll, then at Cynthian. She seemed unsure, perhaps because she liked to collect her dolls, or perhaps because she didn't know how to take such a request. But eventually, she did nod, sinking further into the pile.

Leg listened, but did not reply immediately. She trembled at the compliment and made some kind of whooshing sound, and then wrapped a dark tendril around the nearest doll to groom it and comb at the false fur. ...No, no that seemed to be real fur... "Khh... thank you..."

Goodra watched silently, frowning, as a Salamence came walking into the room next. "Zinc?" Salamence asked. "Oh--no, it's fine," the Goodra replied. "Thank you for coming so quickly, though. But--" "That Zangoose wasn't giving you any trouble, was he?" Salamence said in a low voice. "I heard...

Owen watched her go, a distant smile on his face, and he thought back to the fight. The smile turned to a pensive frown. "...I wasn't even much of a threat during all that," he mumbled to himself, pacing. "Cabot was set up right away... I guess Nate used a bunch of Blast Seeds, but maybe we...

North of Destiny Village, in a frigid yet dry tundra and between the rocky mountains, was a patch of pine forest whose fragrance was so strong that the edge of Destiny Village had a hint of its scent. It was peaceful within the pine forest with only wild Pokemon to call it a home, and only the...

Leg seemed flustered beneath her disguise, shrinking back until she was practically halfway into a pile of miscellaneous dolls. "Khhh... hhh... hhh..." This sort of attention wasn't normal. People usually went on by and didn't look at her, and she preferred it that way. Nobody would be this...

"There's no need to dwell," Maple assured them. "I don't think any of us hold what happened there against you. It has already been several weeks at this point and we know the effects that these Shadows have on others. They are not rational. They are not even truly your own... They're mutations...

"Light, airy thoughts?" Cosmog growled, though he did consider it. "Fine. I'm a happy little Drifloon, floating across the w... Oh, give me a break..." It was working. Cosmog floated several inches off the table, and he couldn't be any grumpier about it.

"Basic history would be nice," Cosmog said, frowning. "Any kind of basic history. And--stop cradling me! I'm never going to learn how to walk if I can't even try."

He didn't like thinking about that, either. Owen perked up anyway, giving an enthusiastic nod to Curio. "Everyone has their problems, but I think with everyone here, we can keep going forward anyway, right? If you ever feel like your, um, Shadows are too much, I'll be here, too. The same way you...

"No, we won't," Goodra said gently. "This is just to help you rest while you recover. You can't move around too much, alright? We were told that you need lots of rest."

She found something worse. "Okay, m-maybe kid is fine," Owen said, looking down. "I don't want to come off like I'm ready to dry up in a coffin or something..."

Owen's flame crackled a little, and he smiled nervously as he stood up as well. "H-hey, c'mon. Just because I act youthful doesn't mean you get to call me a kid," he said. Then, with a joking laugh, he added, "You can probably add a zero to your age and I'd still be older!"

Owen tried to hide how much that struck true for him, and he was doing a bad job at it. "Y-yeah," he said, nodding. "That's... I know a little bit about how that feels, and it's awful, isn't it? To be honest, I..." He wasn't sure if he should say it, but he had already gone halfway. Why not...