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"It was written into my employment contract," Nero deadpanned.

"Wait, really?" Nero sniffed in Lee's general direction. "Hmm. I only smell dirt and sweat. Not really flavors, if you ask me."

Nero smiled innocently at the cranidos. "Nope! I work with Xerneas and get lunch with my buddies Latias and Lugia on the regular."

Nero tilted his head. Someone sure sounded grumpy. "It's okay. Gods aren't nearly as amazing as myths and legends make them out to be." "Hey! Shove your bad opinions up your ass, Beaky!" Thanks, Zekrom. New I could get a rise out of you, Nero thought.

There was silence at first. Then a hushed, "I will not allowed myself to be controlled again."

"Well, that would certainly explain how you got here. Not so for the rest of us," Nero said. "We weren't with you. UBs aren't so powerful they can open multiple wormholes in different worlds."

"Sure! With a little help from Miracle Eye, of course." Nero's eyes briefly glowed bright blue before returning to an off-salmon.

"They're tears in the fabric of reality. Sometimes they happen in response to specific events, but certain creatures called Ultra Beasts can open them of their own volition," Nero explained. "Also, are you going to come out from the trees or do I have to levitate you over here?"

"I would not recommend trying to hold yourself. It's very difficult." Nero glanced skyward. "Well, unless you're psychic. Then I guess levitation counts as holding yourself?" "Aww, you hear that, Latios? You're always holding yourself. Guess we've gotta cut back on the snuggling." "This is...

"It's a party," Nero lied. To sell the act, he frowned. "You were supposed to bring an appetizer. Didn't you read the invitation?"

“I can. But I won’t.” Bahamut frowned. “I’m a freak. The people in charge would try to capture me on sight.”

“I wouldn’t know. I live amongst the distortion. All I know is what I’m told by others.”

"If you ask me... greed," Bahamut responded. "When I was whole... I tried to preach cooperation. Pokémon working with each other to avoid being overwhelmed by the forces of nature. But as time wore on after Eternatus... such an ideal was lost. Scattered to the wind. It seemed that, slowly but...

"Punch a tree down? Ridiculous." Bahamut batted the floor with a forepaw. "It's gotten so bad that only the nobles can even learn moves of their own volition. The rest are forced to purchase some sort of equipment. A Flamethrower from such a machine is, at best, as good as an Incinerate. "They...

"Yes, well. None of that happens until all of this is over and done with." He vaguely gestured around the guild. "The pokémon here are far stronger than the average Etherium citizen. To absurd degrees, in some respects." Bahamut tapped a claw on the ground. "Though you seem to be quite...

"It's the exact opposite." Bahamut's expression darkened. "They are trying to use Eternatus as a power source for their society. Though I've managed to... rally some of them to my cause." It was hard to keep his voice steady through that one. "The rest... they're too self-centered." He snorted...

"It's not a benevolent process." Bahamut looked away. "The distortion has already consumed entire cities. Nay, countries. And continuing the process ensures that more will be turned to Phantoms or join the Qliphoth's denizens." He clenched his jaw tight. "I'm attempting to steer such corrosive...

Bahamut nodded slowly. "Mmm. The Qliphoth is Eternatus' realm. One gigantic mystery dungeon only understood by those who have given in to its corruption. Weak spirits are eroded into Phantoms. Particularly strong spirits can become daemons and corrupt others to carry out their whims. The...

Nero tilted his head at Kora. "I beg your pardon? I only know one zoroark and you seem way too scruffy to be him." "Also seems a bit more dopey than Fenrir," a small voice whispered in the back of Nero's head. He doesn't need to know that.

Nero frowned. "Jeez, what did that poor tree ever do to you?"