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Alexander was practically drooling. He kept it together. Already they were going against each other, just like he had hoped to see when first learning about this game. This mistrust, this suspicion, this general insinuation that someone could be this Mafia with barely any evidence. It was...

Owen suddenly fell forward. "Dad!" Cal dove under and held him up. "Dad..." "I--I'm fine," Owen said back. "Sorry. I've been all disoriented when he was around. His body just isn't... normal." "It was a projection," Soda grunted. "You were searching empty space. I would know." The Zoroark...

"Eh?" That was about all Bahamut's Ultra Shade was going to get before he transitioned to what the others were saying. "Oh, that thing? No clue. Picked it up for Giovanni and he did something with it, dunno what. I couldn't use it. Maybe some superweapon he never got to use. I've got something...

"Hmmmmm." The Hydreigon of the group drifted left and right. "I don't know if that will be very easy. Unless I am mistaken, it seems that there is sometimes a chance that such a person could be, what is this, town-aligned. Is that possible here? If so, it may not be easy to see them by...

It seemed that Nate was not the only one trying. Owen looked like he was getting a passing headache now and then, his Blacklight powers getting disrupted. Wishkeeper in particular seemed to fizzle and fry out. But for Nate, it seemed that he was not seeing anything. It was like there was...

"I doubt these are true Psychic marks," Alexander said with an idle wave of his right head. "I and some others here would be immune. And, arsonist? By that logic a Fire would also be immune, one way or another. This void must truly struggle to adjust this universalized flavor to our... ilk."

Chip's response came in a timely manner. Perhaps everyone was on high alert due to the initial reports. 'Yes, but it's just Karat fighting at the Colosseum. Giovanni and the creepy one are in the usual place.' Meanwhile, the apparition shot a beam of blue light at the rock that Mellow had...

Alexander blinked several times. "...What?" Another pause. "Mrrrm... One moment. I need to meditate. But beware of this concept of psychic marks. For all we know, this could be anybody's added power in this strange void..." Alexander closed all of his eyes and went into deep thought...

"Yeah. Yeah, that was me." He shrugged. "Didn't expect it to get this bad, but that's how it goes sometimes. I bailed her out because killing her off wasn't part of the plan. She trusted me, after all. Why would I go around and break that trust? The golems were insurance so nobody got in the...

"Hmm, hmm, interesting..." Alexander drifted along, having not slept, and more watched the night snuff out his vision before quickly bringing it to a return. "So nobody has been eliminated yet. Is that to make people think they are successful with their savior powers... or did they truly thwart...

Good work on yet another impressive run! You guys were able to catch onto a LOT of new changes immediately, and I'm genuinely impressed at how well you were able to pull it all off. I suspect that the next round will be even smoother to make up for it. I am hoping that you guys can keep up that...

"Oh? So you think I'm some sleeper cell, and once this is all over, I'll not remember a thing?" The twisted entity waggled what might have been fingers, if it had one. "Here's another hint. The spies Giovanni has? ...I'm the only one who knows it. The others are pawns. That's why it's...

"That's exactly my plan. But it's not really an offer you can refuse. If you can't find any of the spies... I don't think you have a chance. I'm only trying to help. I'm even going to give hints about who I am. That's more than generous, isn't it?" "Get to the point," Cal growled, but Owen...

The strange thing seemed to settle again, that distortion narrowing, and just as Mellow took the image, it stared at her directly. She would feel something like a presence around her despite it not moving from its original position... But nothing else seemed to happen. Only, she heard a whisper...

"Hm!" Truffle finished a conjuration and twisted through the air. Soda held tight. The Decidueye fired an arrow skyward at an angle, just outside the Worldcore's cave, which had finally reopened. The feather exploded and formed a great barrier of light several tens of feet across like a dome...

It seemed to just be an inert stone, now. Deep inside the stone seemed to be a different kind of material that resembled purple obsidian, in a way, but was otherwise normal. "Can you warp us out?" Owen asked weakly. "Yes, I should be able to," Maple replied, though the moment she started to...

Shield pulled away just enough to see if it really was true. Heal Pulses, Owen's Bestow, enhanced Heal Bells, they all washed over them both until Shield only felt the phantom pains of battle in his bones. He was exhausted. She was exhausted. But, hesitantly, he brought his ears over her chest...

Truffle immediately flew to Shield and Sword. He was about to conjure something for Shield, but he immediately shouted at him, "HELP HER!" "Y-yes! Of course!" Truffle attempted to redirect, looking at the Mew, then at the Core again. "But is that not her?" "Darkwhite's Core was... that was...

"I'll try," Owen wheezed, regardless of whether many others would be trying the same. He lent some of his energy to Dave as much as he could, still barely recovered himself, as Cal tried to prop him up. His arm trembled. It was a feeble attempt, but at least a few of Dave's injuries started to...

Alright, everyone. We've entered Phase 3 of the fight, but the battle is essentially over for mechanics. The actions that follow, however, are still important, but are not necessarily mechanically-bound. Stay tuned! Those who were KOed cannot fight well, but are still conscious and can move...