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Diyem growled. I can sense negative thoughts, including doubt. I did not make up the Hero's Aura. Why would I cover myself with such a nebulous term? It's simply a phenomena that I myself do not even fully understand. How dare you undermine my intelligence so far. I was trying to be honest about...

It took Owen a while to talk again, but he eventually was able to get into a sitting position, slumped over. He was too stunned to get onto his feet proper. "This... happened to me before," he said quietly. "Becoming Grass... and... and that did it. My Radiant power is this, and it reminded me...

Hmph. He supposed getting down to business would be what Bahamut would have preferred to begin with. He really wished that Radiance would have brightened his personality a little more, too. Then again, he supposed that would be the pot calling the kettle void. You've already deduced that I am...

Diyem was there. Someone as tuned with Psychic energy would be able to feel the mental presence of him practically peering over their shoulders. The Charizard grumbled. It's simple, he said. I feared that your unstable bodies would reject it outright. But... I was wrong. Perhaps your spirits...

Owen screamed through it all--he didn't even know what they were saying. It was only when he finally ran out of air, and his throat was far too strained, that he stopped, but instead collapsed to the ground. His arms barely held him up, and the green in his vision, coming from his hands, didn't...

"Hssss!" Somehow, they were able to expel it, and the Shade jutted out of Cynthian's back. It leapt a few feet away and flopped several times on the ground, writhing in pain like it had been thrust into an open fire. It then curled up and tried to slither into a nearby bush.

Maple didn't answer for only an instant, but perhaps that was all that was needed to confirm that she was hiding something. "It's related to Radiance. It was a technique taught to me a long time ago that taps into Radiant power, at least. Overuse is something that I theorized would be harmful...

Diyem wasn't good with kids, but he was good with negativity. He knew these things. He knew how, why, and perhaps even the intricacies behind the way Brisa was feeling in ways that perhaps even she was not aware of. And of everyone, Brisa was among the more tolerable. So rather than leave her...

"Different how?" He stood up, looking at his hands. "It doesn't lo--" His voice hitched, turning his palm over to look at the feathers. At first he didn't fully react, like it didn't totally register what had happened. "What?" And then he felt his chest, at the soft, fur-like covering he now...

Ah, there it was. Perhaps the resentment was delayed, or she was looking for some other means to accuse him like all the others. Feeling more tired than usual, Diyem openly sighed and said, I am very disappointed in quite a few members that had been brought here, yes. Between outright...

"What was what?" Owen asked, opening one eye before closing it again. "Hang on. I think I'm... I think I felt something for a second there. I just need to..." Orange to green again, this time a little longer... "I feel it," Owen said, and just then, the flame on his tail went out, yet Owen...

"Well, I already do that..." Owen said. "Protect, remember? That's been doing a lot... But not to mention that, I usually do that anyway, getting hurt while trying to protect others. It comes with the job. That's not much of a big deal. Like that time I had to take down an outlaw and they broke...

I am sorry, said Diyem, but I do not. This Radiance is... corrosive to Shadows, and vice versa. The Shadows I am capable of is something that can eat away at their Radiance, but it appears to be the same case in return. I am familiar with it in that sense, but not where they may have gotten it...

More silence. This girl was the worst of them all. How dare she. She wasn't allowed to make those kinds of questions so suddenly. ...They have, Diyem finally replied, and it didn't look like he was going to elaborate further, perhaps for his own safety.

...Some things are better left undisclosed while here, Diyem said flatly. They will probably just become distracting. "Okay, well, you know about my inner self and stuff, right?" Owen asked. Unfortunately I do. "Well, remind me about stuff like that!" Well. You are upstanding. Insufferably...

You-- The phantom fizzled partway, looking more like a haze, before it went back to normal again. Excuse me? The wind continued to blow, then finally settled. Despite all the gusts, it had no effect on the transparent apparition next to Brisa, which was now looking down at her in an almost...

"Oh, yes. I'm not sure if you're aware, but Necrozma reacted very strongly to Radiance and obtained a truer form. He also therefore recovered his true name, Bahamut. I'm happy for him." Despite that, her tone was still quite flat, and her expression did not change too much. Still, it didn't look...

"Maybe..." Owen frowned, arms crossed. "I think what I need to do is activate it in the heat of battle, maybe. I mean, I know I almost got beat up and stabbed and stuff a few days ago, and it didn't awaken then, so maybe not..." Owen rubbed his forehead. "Rrgh, it's this amnesia. It feels like...

More silence, and the wind blew. Somewhere far away, Karat was training someone on how to learn some strange technique not native to this land. Echoes of casual Psychic power reverberated weakly before fading. An old, old mark of that possessed Rattata shined in a glint of sunlight. It must have...

"I tried that, too," Owen said. "But I feel like something's distracting me when I try it. Maybe it's because that's how drawing power works when you really focus, back in my own world. Do I have to go deeper? Or..." He trailed off, sighing. "Well, maybe a little more practice would help."