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"I think I feel the same," Zeraora said. And for a bit, that's all they said to each other, taking in the view, watching the clouds roll by. It was noon when they'd arrived, and the air was cool despite it being the start of summer. Eventually, perhaps with a bit of boldness, she leaned against...

Zeraora nodded at that, looking at Brisa for a little longer than before, but then spotted the summit and what was beyond. "...And here we are," Zeraora said with a long breath. "...Haven't seen something like this in quite a while, Brisa." The clouds rolled over smaller mountaintops like...

Zeraora let out a sharp breath through her nose. "Of course you were," she said with a smile. They were close to the summit, now, with the clear skies above them and the clouds below them. Zeraora looked a little winded, probably too used to the plains and the lowlands. "...Thank you for...

"That isn't a surprise," Zeraora remarked, laughing. "After all, we were all mortal once, aside from Pop himself. And we've been saved by mortals... five times, now? In recent memory, at least. I guess that's also why we don't fear mortality in the way a true god might. Though, the only example...

"Oh?" Zeraora glanced at Brisa. "Well. For a brief time, I had explored the stars in the little... spiritual section of Cibus, where those who have fallen and are laid to rest shall remain until it is time for the world to move on. That is when the Voice of Life is said to guide us onward...

"It's odd, but it's almost a relief to think about," Zeraora replied. "When you live for so long, any kind of change can be scary or intimidating, but in the end it's just another change. I already know what death is like. Maybe this time I'll get to greet it like an old friend." She chuckled, a...

Zeraora hesitated there, but then a little smile, almost serene, replaced that worried look. "Well, honestly," she said, "one thing I was considering... was maybe looking around again. And if I get comfortable enough, I might... look for someone and retire. It's an era of peace, after all. Our...

"Guess I have a higher chance of seeing you again than the mortals around," Zeraora remarked, but there was a flash of doubt--optimistic doubt, oddly enough. "Well... maybe." She looked at her paw, frowning. "I'm wondering if there's a way for me to teach this... art to others. I don't think I...

"A will and testament," Zeraora repeated. "...You are, in a way, aren't you? Dying to Cibus. It's grim to phrase it that way, but really, by the time you return, if ever, perhaps nobody will be the same. But I think you've already done a lot to leave this world better than when you'd arrived...

"That I would," Zeraora said, walking with her hands behind her back like it was already the start of a leisurely stroll. "...Everything all tied up for you?" he asked, looking at Brisa. "Ready to go... back? Or are you still trying to squeeze out those... last few moments? Sorry if it's a...

Zeraora smirked. "That other one, that Lucario? Seems like the three of us all had a good harness on Blacklight. Maybe it'll be useful even after this." She followed Brisa out, and after navigating through the plains and toward its waypoint, they got to Treasure Town's Waypoint Road. Zeraora...

"Not much for me to bring," Zeraora said with a shrug. "Right now, you know more about Cibus than I do. I will follow your lead." She gestured ahead. "Unfortunately, if we're out in the open, I don't think we'll be able to have a brawl between ourselves... but seeing Cibus will be enough."

"Well," said Zeraora, patting her sides. "I suppose I'm ready, I have everything I need for... this outing to the rest of the world." She glanced at Brisa, uncertain. "And... you're sure that this will be fine? I'm not really sure how people react to Pokemon of my stature outside of Destiny...

Zeraora studied Brisa, noting her fatigue, but also that she'd won regardless with a proper surge of power. That took wit and tenacity to do. So, she nodded and took Brisa's paw. "And mine to you as well, Zeraora of the Outworlds."

"So that is your answer?" Zeraora called, deflecting the Arcstrike with a shield of pure Blacklight, but the resonating clang suggested that she'd had to put all her force into taking that strike. She panted a bit and disappeared behind Brisa, missing her first jab before slamming Brisa for the...

"Gh." Zeraora disappeared again, reappearing behind Brisa with a grazing shot from a Radiant strike. "Even without Blacklight, your strikes are extreme," she said. "Is that your power shining, or the Blacklight's? I don't know for myself, either." Despite her voice coming from behind, Brisa...

Zeraora... disappeared. Something grazed Brisa's cheek. A small cut of fur drifted in front of her, and a hint of blood where the claw grazed her. "Then I won't, either," Zeraora said. Brisa's Substitute had been destroyed instantly by an attack too hard to see. Only its aftereffects, with...

The sky rumbled gently, like a lion's purr. "Then it seems," Zeraora said, "we already understand one another more than I thought." A low electric hum crawled across the dusty plains, carving a circle around the two. The clouds thickened and lightning arced beneath them, providing a flickering...

"I don't remember it clearly anymore," Zeraora replied. "Perhaps I saved a village. Or a town. I doubt the world. Or maybe I did something to catch the attention of the gods while among the stars. But I'm here, now. And perhaps I will turn a new page in my life." She looked at her paw again...

Zeraora chuckled at that. "Maybe I am," she said, looking skyward. "No. That isn't it. I was lucky to only take a small, small dose of Blacklight power to control. The Creations were flooded with it, completely overwhelmed and subjugated. I only took a touch and absorbed it. And from it, I...