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Finally, the prismatic light faded, and standing before them was Diyem, back in his former glory. He was taller than Owen by at least a head and a half, and Owen was already a little tall by his species' standards. Wishkeeper still dwarfed them both. "There. Now, you get to repay me with proof...

"The warriors against the heroes..." Puff's eyes glimmered. "Now that is something I wouldn't mind covering." "Ohh, Puff," Cream said, waving a paw. "Don't forget, you're a reporter first and a battler second." "Well, what's to say I can't get some primary resources in at some point?" Puff...

Joule hummed, even as one of the Shades leapt onto and crawled along his arm, burrowing curiously into it and making little chirping noises. Before Joule responded to Nate, Joule chirped back. "Ah, er, excuse me," he muttered. "I'm afraid going to the moon is beyond my power at the moment...

Puff raised a brow. "All?" he pressed. "Brisa is looking to fight all of them," Cream said. "I bet by the end of this, she'll have an idea who the toughest fighters are!" "Well, good luck there," Puff said, passing Cream a tray of steak. Puff had a bowl of berry salad. "It's really something...

Puff smirked. "Well, s'cuze me, but I was in the middle of figuring out where Cream wandered off to." "Oh, I'm sorry," Cream said with a chuckle. "I happened to see Brisket here and decided to stray a little." Puff sat down nearby and Cream followed along, gesturing that Brisa could come as...

Rainbow lights adorned Xerneas' antlers. Brighter and brighter, with a tinge of red that made Diyem wary. Owen shifted nervously. We're sure this is safe, right? he said. Diyem, you can handle... Eien's corruption if it happens, right? I am technically the one who corrupted her. Not the other...

"...Fine. I'll allow it," Xerneas said, glaring at Bahamut. "I have no idea what you're talking about. This is all for proof that he can behave himself." "Right..." Owen looked at Diyem. "So how does that sound, huh? You get to be strong enough to be a Charizard again, and then we can earn his...

"Ah... I do recall that." Joule nodded. "But it wasn't a Shade, or Shades, that I sent there, no. I had fired a concentrated beam of Blacklight energy instead. I'm not really sure what came over me, really. Now, yes, I did want to expel the Blacklight, and I certainly did, but--ah, how to phrase...

This, as it turned out, lifted Chip's spirits tremendously. "Well, when you put it like that... okay! Okay, just give me some time and I'll get my notes! Besides, there are still plenty of Shades in the Reverse World that I can investigate!" "Oh, are there?" Joule hummed. Chip froze. "E-ehh...

This was a mistake. I'm never entrusting my fate to you two again. Raven is no help either. She probably enjoys this. "Say, Xerneas. Since Diyem is going to agree to this, don't you think it might be a little awkward if he's still so tiny?" Owen made a pinching gesture with his claws. "How...

"Certainly!" Joule slipped through the portal, where Chip had caught at least a few of the details. "Er, and where's Wiki, exactly?" Joule turned his head at the sound of his name, but then remembered. "Ah, right--I am Wiki now, yes." "Oh. ...Wait, you're merging with all the Shades?" Chip...

Owen, however, did notice, if only due to his Perceive. He was about to say something about Xerneas before glancing behind him, then at Bahamut. They were all too busy. He'd inform them later. "Okay," Owen said, though he still seemed unsure. "I think we can also take shifts, Bahamut. When...

"I don't really see what you're talking about," Owen said, tilting his head. "All you have to do is sleep with him for one night." "You're doing that on purpose. I refuse to believe you aren't doing that on purpose." Diyem glared back at Owen, whose frown deepened. "Do you know what Xerneas is...

And yet, once again, it didn't look like Eien was going to reply to Bahamut. Perhaps she was still too deep into focusing... or perhaps was sleeping? It was hard to tell. Xerneas continued to stare. Diyem held his ground, flexing his claws. "Nothing?" Diyem said. "...When you drew from the...

Joule paused, looking behind. "Well," he said, but then paused. "...Hm. That is quite awkward, isn't it?" An uncomfortable silence followed that was only punctuated by the heavy steps of Groudon wandering around the isle. "I don't really know how to answer that right now," he replied. "But I'm...

"I hope you can find that one day," Cream said, tilting her head. "There you are." Cream twitched her ear and glanced back. "Oh, Puff!" The Cinderace jogged over to them and hopped to a stop next to her, holding up a small paper bag that smelled of an even mixture of berries and meats. "Got...

Cream did seem to shift uncomfortably, but she nodded. "I suppose it's a different story for me, what with being on a completely different continent... I'm sorry that things are so complicated with your clan, though. I was... lucky, I suppose, by comparison. I may not be able to relate to them...

She smiled genuinely at that one, like it was a relief, and she added, "My old tribe told me the same thing... but I feel like you can relate to it a little more. For them, I think they were only being... polite." She put a paw over her mouth. "I try to tell them stories about here, but I think...

Cream sighed, wistful. "It's strange, really. You lived in a town, I grew up nomadic, and yet we both wanted to explore beyond what we had. How strange!" She laughed again, but this one seemed more subdued and contemplative. "We both wanted to see the part of the world where we hadn't been...

Diyem stumbled forward and growled at Bahamut, then approached Xerneas. "Yes, hello," he greeted. "What do you want?" Xerneas leaned down--towering over Diyem--and the Charmeleon refused to back down. But the way his black flame was crackling, he was definitely ready for anything hostile...