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"Silvally. And I could ask you the same question," Nero replied. "It seems we're cut from a similar cloth, don't you think?"

"One-hundred percent." Bahamut's head still lay on the sand as he spoke. "He specifically said it was the Tree's core, which is why he thinks the outside should be safe. He was actually quite adamant that we not attempt to go into the Tree. He is... fearful of Eternatus." He lifted his head...

Nero wasn't mistaken. It was another mismatched creature. This world must have had its own variants, because Nero wasn't familiar with this at all. And whatever it was, it wasn't fond of its body and was clearly struggling. When Nero hit the ground after a long stride, his cheek-bolts lit up...

Nero stared ahead blankly. Was that... an Ultra Beast? No, that didn't seem quite right. It was less alien and more... different parts stuck together. Kind of like him, but not as extreme of a case. "Hey!" Nero charged in the direction it ran. He could track its aura more clearly now. It was...

This time, Nero's ears could pin down the location. Several meters to his right. Gone were grass and flying-type. In their places, the earthly brown of ground type. Nero felt every subtle shift in the soil. Sensed a decent weight from the direction of the sound. So, this thing was big in...

Nero's sonar-like ears twitched. Seems I'm not alone. He sniffed at the air with his beak. Pink spots momentarily peppered his irises. The scent of... water. Cold water. Ice-type. But also fizzing like a carbonated beverage. Electric? Rotom could imbue itself with ice in the right...

With Shane deciding to botherspend time with the other Beast Killer, Nero opted to go into the forest and vibe with the trees for a bit. Grass and flying-type punctuated his glowing parts with alternating stripes of green and navy blue. His talons crunched against soil as he walked a zigzagging...

"It's okay." Bahamut bowed his head. "I understand. Even after all this time, I feel much the same way over my family." He sank down a bit into the ground, wrapping both sets of wings around his chest spikes. "You lost your home suddenly. I am slowly losing mine... after having been chased off...

There it was. Bahamut gestured with an upper wing for Joule to try and offer an arm if he could manage. He leaned his tail in Maple's direction, focusing the light it gave off toward her. "Keep breathing. In. Out. How do you feel right now?" he whispered. "Please describe it."

Bahamut nodded silently. "Good. Now stand there and breath. I want you to imagine... something you would normally do at the Tree. Who is there with you? What are they up to?"

"It was. Because this Dark Matter does not want to go into the Tree at all," Bahamut said. At least Joule was able to convince her. So, there was that. He couldn't tell himself this would be a disaster, even if part of him expected that. Too long a history of things going poorly. Had to believe...

"Meditative visualization," Bahamut said. "It is a technique I would guide people through long ago back home. To help them with fears and uncertainties." He coiled his body tighter. "I know that the Tree of Life is something that holds very deep meaning for you. But I fear that the events of...

This was an attempt to put them on the defensive and Bahamut wasn't taking that bait. He looked skyward. "The meeting concerned the... current status of the folks who were done in by Joule's blast and what can be done about their situation." He folded both sets of wings over his chest spikes. "I...

Bahamut silently departed. There was nothing left for him in the forest and he needed to clear his mind of dark thoughts in order to approach Maple at his best.

It was hard to ignore Bahamut now that his size was comparable to Joule. But under Groudon's overwhelming sunlight, he didn't even cast a shadow across anyone. It was a bit creepy. Bahamut considered sinking into the ground and snaking around like a common silicobra, but eventually dismissed the...

Bahamut's tail twitched in irritation. "We're talking in circles at this point. That time is better spent actually doing the things people suggested. Besides, we're not doing any revival stuff until we investigate the Tree anyway. So, we'll use the team to investigate other avenues. And the dead...

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“This... revelation gives us a new angle, anyway.” Bahamut’s tone was nearly emotionless. “There are less than six degrees of separation between you and Maple. How... ironic.”

They were still together. Still together. Still... together... Though Bahamut’s expression was neutral, there was clearly something... twisted underneath it. “This doesn’t change our immediate plans. The team has to return to full strength. I can tackle Maple. The rest of you are free to...

"Oh, wonderful. Seems we alerted someone," Bahamut growled. "I knew we should've gone off to that desert in the Sand Continent." He had, indeed, forgotten that this was one of his teammates.