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Necrozma decided that, if this Zane character somehow survived, he'd have to be put under house arrest until he could be turned over to the proper authorities.

"Enjoy the stars, Mister Celeste." Necrozma bowed, then floated off without a particular destination in mind.

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"Purely psychic. I lost my other type with all of my light." Small bits of pink expanded in the visible part of Necrozma's brain prism. "This is... all I can do to cobble together what's left of what I lost. It's not pleasant having your legs serve as your arms and segments of your old tail...

"I have nothing to introduce. I'm just a worthless phantom."

"Well, perhaps there's more at play with him and his team... but he's still trying to take down the magikarp." Necrozma's gaze fell to the floor. "If a third-party were trying to take advantage of this situation to prey upon this world, don't you think Diyem would've told us upfront?"

"He supplied me with light to ease my pain. Diyem did not take that pain away when he made this new body." A twinge of gold flittered about Necrozma's legs. "Those who can wield light in a manner beyond basic attacks must have a measure of purity to their souls... else the light would turn them...

"But why didn't Arceus summon them, then? They're apparently the one in charge of this world," Necrozma growled. "Let me put it another way: why is Diyem having us be so cautious toward Truffle? If we're on the same side, shouldn't we want to fully cooperate with him?"

"He's not trying to kill us directly. He's trying to sacrifice us to the beast that made Magikarp gigantic." Necrozma crossed his arms. "I had a very interesting conversation with Truffle earlier. He said that this world's actually been under threat from a daemon before. One by the name of Dark...

"By accident?" Necrozma looked at his right hand. "I'd say it was by design. What better way to make us vulnerable than to take away our best and most useful abilities?"

"Hmm?" He looked at Celeste. "Ah, yes, the disaster-senser with no disaster sense. You were making a scene in front of Truffle earlier."

"So, this is a dojo, hmm?" Necrozma floated in, arms slopping dragging across the ground and kicking up dirt. He was expecting something more... impressive. But there were no mats or scrolls depicting important fighting techniques. Though given how primitive the architecture of this Treasure...

"You as well." He couldn't sleep in this form. He knew that much. The best he could manage was a sort of stasis. Still, he figured he'd have togo to the Dojo eventually. Necrozma floated off toward the path back to Treasure Town. <><><>

"Dark Matter?" Necrozma's crystals clinked and grinded against one another. "Nrgh, perhaps it's the light element, but that name garners an... unpleasant feeling." He gripped his right shoulder and pressed against it. A loud pop echoed across the beach. "But I see..." Necrozma looked at the...

Necrozma abruptly stiffened. "Excuse me? I thought this Arceus character was your leader?" He looked around. "And this world is still in one piece at the moment, so how could they have failed?"

"I could bounce back from failing a task. But I failed a world." Quieter, he added, "My world."

"I'm afraid not. In this lightless form, I've taken to calling myself Necrozma." He stared at the sand. "I didn't want anyone getting too close to me, so I thought something intimidating might keep people away." Necrozma paused. "It worked."

"And that is another symptom of exposure to the daemon's energy. If someone is successfully freed from the energy's grips, they do not recall what happened to them." Necrozma shuddered. "It's unfortunate, really. But, hmm, to think that your attacks won't work against Magikarp." He tapped his...

"A faceless daemon." Necrozma drew the same symbol on the beach he did earlier: the circle with five diamonds around it. "People in my universe referred to it as 'World Ender.' It was a creature that was said to be able to produce infinite energy... breaking a basic law of nature." He stared at...

"That's what I feared." Necrozma looked at his right hand again. "In my, err, travels... I came across phenomenon similar to Magikarp's. Hence why I'm willing to offer up a theory if you're interested." If it meant it could help his new allies escape the trap and return to their worlds in peace...