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"Right." Bahamut flew to Zamazenta with Polaris teleporting a short distance to his side. Guess that was something it could do now. "She spoke with me again... briefly. I don't think the hexes truly have a full hold on her." He whipped an upper wing forward, throwing open an Ultra Wormhole...

Bahamut's head tendrils twitched. "I hear something up ahead. Perhaps the path forward is about to become clearer." He glanced at the shade. "Are you ready?" "For the most awkward family reunion ever?" The shade rubbed its top with a pom-pom. "Oh, wait, I haven't actually been to any, have I...

Indeed the haze and light coalesced. Swathes of purple painting across the black. Red dots popping up. Two small nebulas. Bahamut had to resist the urge to twist his crystalline face into something... other than stoicism. Of course this was what was happening. Perhaps a sign from this...

Bahamut walked over to the stone and light and picked them up. He wrapped them gingerly in a wing. “You don’t deserve to be chained to a mind as warped as mine. You have parents waiting for you. And I... have to see to it that you can keep your family intact. “You are your own person. You...

Bahamut eyes smoldered with red and orange. He levitated the Ultra Stone toward the ball of light Esper had become. “Eien.” Bahamut clenched his jaw. “Cease this madness. You have a family waiting for you.” Blue overtook his eyes. “Don’t become me. Don’t lose your family.”

Bahamut's body simply shined brighter, as if taunting the new chains to grapple with his light. "You are a full, if you think these can stop a psychic." He was staring at the ceiling. "I know you're listening to me! Whether intentional or not... you cannot call yourself strong if you let...

"Hmph." Bahamut flew in circles around the site, flaring his light as if he was trying to push away the edges of what he was sure was a distortion storm. Eterna energy shaping into a temporary reality. Synergizing, perhaps, with this shade. "There's a little problem with your comparison...

"Be silent." Bahamut shot a nasty look toward the nobody trapped in the chains. Frankly, he found the shade to be quite stupid if he thought his body was really going to do much given the size difference. "You want to summon the real Eternatus?" Bahamut tilted his head. "You're using the wrong...

It had finally happened, then. Was this not precisely what Bahamut had warned about... all the way back when a miniature eternatus burst forth from Darkwhite's chest like the guzzlord hatchling in those stupid films by Rhydon Scott and Jangmo-o Cameron? That the shades could wind up getting...

Bahamut stared in silence. It was a familiar sight. But this wasn’t home. He wasn’t in the wrong form. He didn’t have his power. But he was alone. Which would be nice if Eternatus wasn’t trying to destroy the planet. “Sick of this planet.” Bahamut floated ahead, ignoring the voices he had heard.