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Necrozma didn't move himself from the wall. He made a gesture indicated Diyem would have to come to him. What he wouldn't verbalize was that if this suspicious charizard did have ties to World Ender, he'd pump every last drop of his light into the cretin's veins. He'd take the interloper down...

What a noncommittal load of krokorok. "Are you sure you're not a bureaucrat?" Necrozma scoffed.

Necrozma shoved the annoying litwick away. Clearly, some in the group had been taken in already. Diyem... he was preparing to sacrifice them to World Ender. That much was clear. Necrozma would have to play along if he would have any shot of— "New bodies?" His core darkened. "What are you...

"You have done nothing sinister because you are selling us a bed of false hope to lie in." Necrozma brought his arms close to his jagged torso. "Hope is the well from which despair springs... and the scent of despair attracts World Ender." He didn't care if people looked at him funny, like the...

"Unimportant? It's very important." Necrozma shakily pointed his right arm at Diyem. "How do we know this isn't a trap? You could be working for World Ender and sending us all off like wooloo to a slaughter." His arm fell back to his side with a resounding clang. "Just because I'm of no use...

The first thing the large, black prism registered was pain. A dull ache set in on his arms and he sank to the floor. This mysterious character's chambers... they were too dark. Lighter than the distortion of Etherium, to be sure, but he was without his precious light rations. The more he looked...