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“Yes and no.” Bahamut’s multicolored eyes bubbles like a lava lamp. “Necrozma is merely a title I gave my broken form. But thanks to Maple’s radiance, I am closer to my true form than I’ve been in over a thousand years.” His beak curved in a pensive smile. “I am Bahamut. Pleased to make your...

You seem to have quite the affinity for certain species? Is there something you’re not telling us, Diyem? A telepathic chuckle followed. Don’t worry, I don’t think anyone will judge.

Bahamut’s tail curled up toward his back. “‘When you leap before you look, expect a rough landing.’ I preached such a belief back home.” Blue and indigo spread through his eyes and face. “Perhaps Diyem subscribes to such a thought... and that’s why he gave us some time to adapt to this world.”...

"Picking up a hobby, are we?" Bahamut had kept his distance from the town as he tested out his wings and flew around in a way he hadn't in centuries. But a tiny glisten of light caught his attention. A charmander's tail flame. The girl of the trio; the only one he hadn't actually talked to. He...

“I feel better, thanks to you.” Bahamut clasped both sets of wings together. “Now the challenge is to figure out in what way I can use this radiance to aid my allies.” He tapped his beak in thought. “Perhaps I will meditate on the matter and see what the stars have to say to me.” (Proceed to...

“Bahamut is fine,” he replied. “Aeon is an ancient word for ‘messenger.’ It’d be like calling a mail pelipper by their job title instead of their name.” Bahamut paused. “Which I just did anyway. My analogies are still broken, I’m afraid.”

"Perhaps." Bahamut brought his right upper wing to the tip of his beak. "In my old world — my old life — I believed my continued pain was punishment wrought by the cosmos for my sins." He opened his eyes, revealing specks of mostly yellow and green. "But in that minute before I transformed... I...

Almost a minute passed before Necrozma's core twitched. Then it twitched again. All of his scattered pieces flopped around in the sand, moving in different directions. This continued for another minute before his core rose into the air, glowing brighter than it had at any time during this...

"If I have to choose, then I will try my best to feel whole during our 'down time.'" Necrozma reached toward the light. "It's been too long. It would be so nice... so nice to feel wh—" Thinking Maple had finished, Necrozma grabbed the light ball from her hand. The moment he did, his arm sucked...

<><><> Necrozma wasn't flying straight. His path was shaky and zigzagging. Though he didn't really know why. The light ball Maple showed wasn't much different from the one he had held onto last week. Yet it stirred a deep gnawing sensation inside of him that the previous orb hadn't. What had...

Necrozma was still shaking. "The beach... please..."

Necrozma saw Owen's reaction. His core rattled loud enough in its crystalline flame to produce audible clinks and clanks. He repeatedly clenched and uncleched his fists. Necrozma forced himself to look away. "I think... I'd be better served... accepting the offer in a more... open location."

Necrozma was not amused Diyem was ignoring him. And, again, why would this energy cause a problem for us? It sounds pleasant, not malicious. He crossed his arms. You keep tiptoeing around this conversation with vague statements about how this energy is bad and can't be trusted. But where's the...

Necrozma turned to Starr, growling. “We shouldn’t be killing them unless it’s absolutely necessary. They need to be studied and the more we capture, the more we can study and the better chance we have of finding a cure.”

Well, if you know its actual source, then speak up. Necrozma stared at Maple. A strange, spark raced around him. Why are you so quick to assume this is bad for us? Especially if it’s been proven this power can help with the parasites?

Necrozma lifted up the jar. “The parasites are multiplying rapidly. I don’t think it’s safe for people to leave town anymore.”

"This was hardly an exploration. You had darkened this whole part of the caves with the sickly aura you all were emanating." Necrozma looked into his right hand. "It was a beacon. A darkness beacon." Stars above, that felt disgusting to say.

Necrozma looked at his badge with newfound disdain. So, in this world, this trinket could teleport, but yet he couldn't make his portals? That wasn't remotely fair. But he could channel his bitterness at a different target. One that wasn't physically with them, but was doing his darndest to make...

"Thank you." He took the jar, which clattered against his shaking arm, and scooped the mushy hellspawn into the jar before fastening the lid closed. "These things are multiplying like feral buneary in springtime. I don't like this."

Well now, wasn't it just oh-so convenient that the moment the so-called distortion faded from the area, Diyem was magically able to contact them again. It didn't matter, though. Even though his body screamed in pain, he could see one of the slugs lunging toward the stronger attackers on his...