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"Then we are ready," Pop said, nodding. Shield was giving a talk to Sword, nodding and making sure she would be ready to go. She just smiled and waved him off, placing a paw on his nose. Shield had returned to his Lucario form for now, conserving his energy. The transformation had only been...

Cal turned to Bahamut with a look that suggested she's already dealt with that from Owen accidentally.

"Big Bro's right," Cal said. "This is, like, the optimal time to go, at this point, yeah? Everyone's all set and here, we're at top form, it's now or never in terms of what we can all do."

The skies were perfectly clear. Destiny Tower was fully repaired. The great lord of all Cibus stood in front of it with his head held high. On his back, his son of the same soul, destined one day to ascend the throne when he was ready, but that would be many, many generations in the future, if...

Others were shuffling out as well, though all of them took to heart what had been discussed. Owen took a moment to marvel at how many had truly gathered here; it felt like the world's greatest powers had all come together just this once... Would something like that ever happen again? A small...

"I will personally make sure that doesn't happen," Diyem said to Nate. "One reason I want to take him into my Voidlands is that it will, for a time, tie his spirit to mine. If they want to help, then it will have to be with my approval..." Then, with a sigh, he shook his head at Saltriv. "Your...

"That isn't for you to worry about," Diyem said. "Once it's stripped of its power and weakened to where it cannot fight back, I will seal it away in my Voidlands and turn it over to the Overseers. That process is... simple. The hard part will be defeating it."

Pop's gaze seemed uncertain then, and ultimately he shook his head. "There's no telling. We were doing the most we could. At the very least, it gave you extra power before the fight. Perhaps that will mean something. But..." Then, some confidence. "The way you took that power as your own and...

"Do not show it any mercy," Pop advised. "Not until you are certain it had been defeated and stripped of all its power." He surveyed them for a little while longer, and then nodded. "That will be all, then. And--" "Actually," Spectrum Owen said, raising a claw. "I sort of... had a question...

"...Hmm..." Diyem crossed his arms. "I wonder about that." When attention turned to Diyem, he paced only for a few steps, looking thoughtful. "What Bahamut and Pop are saying is correct. It had ultimately become a malevolent force. But if it were as simple as that, it wouldn't be hard to take...

Pop nodded. "Unfortunately, I do not think it is possible to call out to something of this nature. It cannot be reasoned with. When we were calling out toward this before, it was in an attempt to free people from their hold. Now, we are talking to the very entity itself." Pop lowered his head...

"At this point, you know as much as I do," Pop said. "Perhaps we can do some testing once I make arrangements... But for now, you will need to make judgements based on your team's capabilities. Any weaknesses you may have, that would be where your assistance from me should cover. I do not think...

Pop nodded. "Not necessarily the bonds you formed, but simply the power shared in general. No matter who you choose, I suspect they will be of similar usefulness in that domain. As for testing..." He sighed. "There is a way, possibly. But I will need to talk to Bean, Diyem, and make arrangements...

"Hey, don't threaten me with a good time." "Cal." Owen held her shoulder, sighing. "Er--question, Pop. Will the people who come with Team spectrum be as strong as us? You said they might be stronger or weaker..." "Mm... I'm not sure. But my guess is they will be perhaps more... durable than...

"Better get used to it, buddy," Cal remarked from the side. "You're a permanent resident now."

It was, perhaps, the largest crowd to have ever gathered in front of Destiny Tower. Heroes of old and new stood together, amounting to what seemed like almost a hundred strong. Team Spectrum, their Void Eternas, the Miracle Matters, the Legends, the Guild, and the Omen Heroes had all gathered...

As the team deliberated on what to do, it became clear that the best solution was simply to take on Soda as they could. They had no choice; if they were too slow, then it would spell the end for Cibus. They simply had to do everything they could. "Please, do everything you can," Cresselia said...

And then, the ground trembled softly, just severely enough to notice, and just long enough that it silenced all the other chatter. And it wasn't stopping, either. It kept going... Suddenly, a shriek from overhead, like a call to action, got everyone's attention. Lugia and Meringue were flying...

"They will be under my care," Diyem said. "I do not think they will be in danger so long as you keep up the pressure on Soda." "We weighed the risks," Green said to Dave. "Yeah, a stray attack might get us if we aren't careful, but if we don't come with you, we won't be able to put our stun...

Diyem frowned, shaking his head. "In any case," he pressed, "that means that once we are all prepared, we will be leaving for the moon immediately. Pop... If you would." "Of course." Pop looked toward Dialga and his team; then, he looked to Zekrom and hers. "...And what're you doing here?"...