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"Mmm. Yes. At least you won't be spending eleven centuries in that form." Bahamut shuddered.

"They used a badge?" Bahamut managed to keep his voice a whisper, but sat up nonetheless. Humming in thought, he rapped his lower wings against the ground. "That's... not good. I don't want to sound paranoid, but there's a good chance that means they have connections with Chip. Or the guild in...

"Aside from the team? We came to you first," Bahamut replied. "Had you not already been here, I'd have suggested going here for its, erm, desolateness."

"One-hundred percent." Bahamut's head still lay on the sand as he spoke. "He specifically said it was the Tree's core, which is why he thinks the outside should be safe. He was actually quite adamant that we not attempt to go into the Tree. He is... fearful of Eternatus." He lifted his head...

"It's okay." Bahamut bowed his head. "I understand. Even after all this time, I feel much the same way over my family." He sank down a bit into the ground, wrapping both sets of wings around his chest spikes. "You lost your home suddenly. I am slowly losing mine... after having been chased off...

There it was. Bahamut gestured with an upper wing for Joule to try and offer an arm if he could manage. He leaned his tail in Maple's direction, focusing the light it gave off toward her. "Keep breathing. In. Out. How do you feel right now?" he whispered. "Please describe it."

Bahamut nodded silently. "Good. Now stand there and breath. I want you to imagine... something you would normally do at the Tree. Who is there with you? What are they up to?"

"It was. Because this Dark Matter does not want to go into the Tree at all," Bahamut said. At least Joule was able to convince her. So, there was that. He couldn't tell himself this would be a disaster, even if part of him expected that. Too long a history of things going poorly. Had to believe...

"Meditative visualization," Bahamut said. "It is a technique I would guide people through long ago back home. To help them with fears and uncertainties." He coiled his body tighter. "I know that the Tree of Life is something that holds very deep meaning for you. But I fear that the events of...

This was an attempt to put them on the defensive and Bahamut wasn't taking that bait. He looked skyward. "The meeting concerned the... current status of the folks who were done in by Joule's blast and what can be done about their situation." He folded both sets of wings over his chest spikes. "I...

It was hard to ignore Bahamut now that his size was comparable to Joule. But under Groudon's overwhelming sunlight, he didn't even cast a shadow across anyone. It was a bit creepy. Bahamut considered sinking into the ground and snaking around like a common silicobra, but eventually dismissed the...

Bahamut had a bad feeling about this.

"Please. It's the opposite, Owen." Bahamut booped the charmeleon's nose with his other hand. "I think that puppy may have engaged in some sort of foul play that caused our boss to go silent on us." He sat Owen back down. "You did see who showed up behind the puppy just then, right? Between that...

Bahamut tilted his head. "Tree of Life? Never heard of it." He doubted that dumb puppy could hear him anyway. "But the way the puppy's addressed us... sounds like he can sense Diyem in our auras." A pensive yellow took over his eyes and core. Bahamut picked Owen up with one of his prismatic...

"Another of those blasted capture devices." Bahamut's eyes shifted blue to match the color of the newcomer. "That answers that." He looked toward the source of Rayquaza's pause: Saltriv. "Something changed about your aura for a moment there. Whatever you did... hold onto it. I bet it'll come in...

"No, don't!" Bahamut's eyes and core shifted to red. "Attacking in any way shape or form will only validate his delusions." There was also the chance of it reacting to Rayquaza's radiant energy and causing even more problems.

"Do you not hear the distortion in his voice? He's beyond the pale of reason." Still airborne, Bahamut took steps back. "I don't see any other recourse but to retreat at this point. We're not going to do anything to slow him down."

Esper squinted. "Heey, this world's got its own Ray-Ray." He tapped Bahamut's armored head. "Small multiverse, huh?" "He's not black," Bahamut muttered.

"A giant Hyper Beam... from the ground?" One advantage to this more solid cat form was the return of his levitation. Bahamut was, indeed, just standing on air and looking out at the glass. "Wonder if Fence-Gut knows any big god-types with Hyper Beam?" Esper said, resting on Bahamut's back...