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In general, the God Squad and Owen seemed receptive to Astrid's pestering questions. For Maple in particular, it seemed to mostly be out of duty to make sure Astrid would be at her best to save the world, and beyond. Xernatus was eager to join, wanting to prove himself and find his place in...

Rocky's Core no longer reached out to the Outworlds; this time, it seemed that this realm itself, between the realms, was tearing apart to allow interference from outside. Perhaps the Overseers had something to do with it... After everything was said in that brief exchange, where it seemed like...

"Heh... Yeah. It's all I can do, after all!" It was contagious, and Owen was smiling again. "...I'm... hungry. Let's have that picnic, huh?" Perhaps they were right, and it was easy to see in the way he smiled. For a very brief moment, despite all that heaviness from before, Owen looked like...

Cal, meanwhile, thought to the others. Is it real? No, Owen replied. This is a projection. Don't bother attacking. Shadow appeared near Dave during a psychological moment of weakness, shivering. Dave scoffed at this, muttering to Shadow not to let it bother him; the Eternal Blacklight operated...

"...Something about this place..." Owen trailed off, walking forward with caution. Eventually, he didn't trust the ground, so he took to the air, drifting forward the same way. As Brisa suggested, and Diyem corroborated, they stayed close, avoiding crowds of those strange, Blacklight illusions...

Owen grinned at that. "I think I'm more me than I have been in a while," he said. "I'm... I think I can get my light back. No, it's--not even gone. I just need something else for a little while. I need..." He looked off, a flash of graveness in his expression. "I need more than just light. I...

Owen nodded, thoughtful. "I think... I think I'm still, I've still got it. It's just, where I wound up... even all of that can really put a damper on things. But I can't just give up, can I? I mean, I definitely can't..." Owen sighed. "It's fun hearing about it on my comic books. Actually being...

There was no permanent floor in the Null Realm that had been populated by the Blacklight, in a space between worlds, not quite its own reality, but not quite nonexistent, either. Not anymore. Wisps of light that resembled solar flares raced past them from far away. There were no stars yet, only...

"Then we are ready," Pop said, nodding. Shield was giving a talk to Sword, nodding and making sure she would be ready to go. She just smiled and waved him off, placing a paw on his nose. Shield had returned to his Lucario form for now, conserving his energy. The transformation had only been...

Zeraora studied Brisa, noting her fatigue, but also that she'd won regardless with a proper surge of power. That took wit and tenacity to do. So, she nodded and took Brisa's paw. "And mine to you as well, Zeraora of the Outworlds."

"So that is your answer?" Zeraora called, deflecting the Arcstrike with a shield of pure Blacklight, but the resonating clang suggested that she'd had to put all her force into taking that strike. She panted a bit and disappeared behind Brisa, missing her first jab before slamming Brisa for the...

Cal turned to Bahamut with a look that suggested she's already dealt with that from Owen accidentally.

"Big Bro's right," Cal said. "This is, like, the optimal time to go, at this point, yeah? Everyone's all set and here, we're at top form, it's now or never in terms of what we can all do."

"Gh." Zeraora disappeared again, reappearing behind Brisa with a grazing shot from a Radiant strike. "Even without Blacklight, your strikes are extreme," she said. "Is that your power shining, or the Blacklight's? I don't know for myself, either." Despite her voice coming from behind, Brisa...

It was a clear win for Starr and her team, despite everything, but Flesh seemed lighter. And not just because of the massive output of energy he'd sent out, either. Soda hobbled his way to the exhausted behemoth and placed a hand on his side. "Y'did good, buddy," he said. "...Good fight, you...

Owen smirked a little, but it was subdued. "That's not why I hate it," he said. "It's because... I lost that. I feel like I lost some of that light in his... in what used to be my eyes." Owen looked down. "I need to get it back... more than anything. I can't win against... him if I don't have...

Zeraora... disappeared. Something grazed Brisa's cheek. A small cut of fur drifted in front of her, and a hint of blood where the claw grazed her. "Then I won't, either," Zeraora said. Brisa's Substitute had been destroyed instantly by an attack too hard to see. Only its aftereffects, with...

The skies were perfectly clear. Destiny Tower was fully repaired. The great lord of all Cibus stood in front of it with his head held high. On his back, his son of the same soul, destined one day to ascend the throne when he was ready, but that would be many, many generations in the future, if...

The sky rumbled gently, like a lion's purr. "Then it seems," Zeraora said, "we already understand one another more than I thought." A low electric hum crawled across the dusty plains, carving a circle around the two. The clouds thickened and lightning arced beneath them, providing a flickering...

"I don't remember it clearly anymore," Zeraora replied. "Perhaps I saved a village. Or a town. I doubt the world. Or maybe I did something to catch the attention of the gods while among the stars. But I'm here, now. And perhaps I will turn a new page in my life." She looked at her paw again...