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Bahamut had to wonder if anyone had actually taken a look at the apparent mystery dungeon near the village. "I wouldn't put it past Darkwhite to have some way to hide Shaymin Village's corruption from you all. It's almost as if she knows we're the only ones who can do anything to her." ...

"Very well, then." Bahamut turned and glided out of the infirmary.

Bahamut glanced at Cabot. Such childlike optimism when the two battles fought thus far had been far from a walk in the park. The kind of optimism that set up lofty expectations and bred false hope that could give way to crushing despair if the team's efforts were unsuccessful. He was ready to...

“I am more than capable of handling the depths as well.” Bahamut pointed to his ethereal neck. “No lungs. No need to breathe.”

“I see. Unfortunate, but it can’t be helped.” Bahamut pet Potluck’s back, using circular motions with his wing. “So, what now? Your team will investigate the area? As the—” He cut himself off. “Well, as the lone flier on Diyem’s team that isn’t a goofball, I can offer my assistance.” He didn’t...

“Question. If the puppy can change types at will... could he replicate the energy infected folks give off?” Bahamut moved to rubbing Potluck’s cheek-bolt. “Perhaps that would allow you to sense the energy for yourselves.”

“Fascinating.” Bahamut leaned over and scratched Potluck’s neck. “Seems you’re a talented puppy.”

"Your subordinate's aura..." The different colors swirled around Bahamut's eyes. "It's like each of the types slumber inside of him... and he can pull one out to spread across his being if he so chooses. I've never seen such a thing. Much less a pokémon like him."

Bahamut remained transfixed on Potluck. "If we are to expect the worst, then Lugia is corrupted, yes."

"Perhaps they were teleported?" Bahamut's mismatched eyes looked Maple over. "You can open wormholes so effortlessly. I'm surprised it wasn't the first thing that popped into your mind." He still didn't know what to make of Potluck. Just what was this strange creature with an aura as varied as...

"So, you were attacked mid-flight?" Bahamut tucked his head into his chest. "But you didn't see the assailant. Fascinating. Concerning, too." He looked at Maple. "Could it have a connection to the parasites that have been plaguing this continent? As I recall, you all cannot see them with your...

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.”