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And so, Giovanni was left behind, and the portal shut. He smirked for a while longer, but then realized someone was nearby. He glanced behind him. "...You aren't fleeing with them?" he asked. Xatu continued to stare at the horizon. "Mm. I've heard of your brothers." "Yes." "Your family...

Giovanni chuckled as they fled, half of them fallen and the other half about to. Only a few seemed to be battle-ready, but even then, it seemed like Giovanni was not bothering to pursue them. Instead, he spoke, his own voice practically projected into their minds. Even as Cabot and Celeste...

"That," Giovanni said, disappearing away from the Solar Beam, "isn't necessary." The smile was back, a little more subtle this time, but the glint in his eyes was as bright as ever. It was strange how much life and light he seemed to have in those; the cold gaze was there, and yet it seemed...

Weakly, Sword took the Max Elixir, her hands trembling softly. She sighed, trying to keep herself together, but little black tears flowed over her fur. "Why...?" she looked to Pleo, then Brisa, and finally Owen, who was walking forward. "Bahamut's right," Owen said slowly. "Don't drink too much...

Team Spectrum's thoughts were uncertain at first, but the moment they saw Darkwhite trying to fight back, they knew that they had to follow up. They'd finally broken through--now, it was just a matter of breaking through the force that was making her attack them. Could it be done? Ashwood...

"Well," Owen said slowly, "...I'm... going to do my best to keep you alive, Bahamut. I'm sorry." He jumped back, readying another flare. "But if we really need to leave someone behind--and I really, really don't want to do that--then, fine. Deal?"

Maple looked to Bahamut, briefly fearful of what he was thinking, but then hardened her gaze. "If necessary, I will," she said, "but Bahamut--" "Dying here won't let you see them any sooner," Owen said firmly. "With Diyem gone, we don't know what will happen. And--and I don't even know how your...

"Bahamut," Owen said quickly, even as he conjured another Fire Pledge to set up their next combo, "if this goes wrong, we still need you and the other healers to back us up! I'm... nervous about this. I don't know what we can do. But the world you're from and the world we're in now, there's no...

Having nowhere to run and everything to lose, Team Spectrum rushed forward with everything they had. They still needed some time to prepare for the big strike, and trying to help Darkwhite had, ultimately, slowed them down. Their attempts at calming Darkwhite only led to delaying the inevitable...

Sword didn't look like she was entirely there. Her eyes had become vacant, occasionally darting toward the Heal Pulses from Saltriv. She heard the calls of the others to calm down, even as she felt weaker and weaker. Less ware of herself. She mumbled something, squeezing her fists, and laughed...

"I don't think it's working, guys!" Owen said. "No, it is! It is! K-kind of?!" Cal curled up in Owen's palm, most of her body receding into her core. "Throw me!" her tiny voice said. It didn't take much power; Cal provided most of it, slamming hard into the barrier before bouncing away...

Giovanni was entirely focused on evasion; whirlwinds, tackles, embers, all of the attacks were too easily evaded by a few Teleports. Owen and the others stood in quiet awe. Darkwhite was nothing but a small, limp figure in the middle of those five heads, which seemed to all share a link with...

"Darkwhite!" Owen looked up toward Ho-Oh, who was preparing another set of attacks. "Guys, don't forget Ho-Oh!" It seemed like a lot of them were still gearing up for a big fight, and that was fair--there was a strong chance that Darkwhite might fight them if they couldn't calm her down...

"Now THAT'S more like it!" The team knew how to coordinate, and there was an oddly positive air around most of them. Owen hopped nimbly on his feet after mimicking to near-perfection the technique that so many on the team had learned to use. He wondered if his new powers would be useful...

"Steal? For myself? Fwahahaha! Uhuhu... huhu... Ohh, wow! You really don't know shit!" Darkwhite leaned forward, clutching at her belly. "If I wanted an army, why would I invite you guys to take them down?! Holy crap! I can't believe you didn't put that one together!" She continued to giggle...

"You aren't helping!" Owen hissed at Celeste, glancing skyward. "You aren't the only one she decided to pick fights with, y'know. Something's... wrong with her, but that might be the corruption. She's still trying to help, I... think." Why Darkwhite was corrupted at all was still a lingering...

"Alright, you know the drill! Ho-Oh's been all cooped up in her little cage for sooo long, and she's sooo bored! Wouldn't you agree, Ho-Oh?" "KRAAAAAH!" "See, she gets it! So, here's what we're gonna do. A big-ass party!" Darkwhite disappeared and reappeared just above Ho-Oh's head. "A...

"Did someone say my naaaaame?" someone called from far away. And just then, the sky seemed to darken. Clouds flooded the skies and turned the hot desert sun into a more tolerable, cool, but foreboding shade. "...So this is her new gambit," said the Xatu standing at the edge of the dunes. "To...

The Sand Dune of Spirits was once a Dungeon named after the strange whispers that seemed to blow through the Dungeon's walls. While now confirmed to be a trick of the mind and the winds that blew through its corridors, the name and superstitions remained. It is said that one of the Xatu brothers...