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Celeste pressed a paw to his forehead, as if he had a headache. This was getting complicated. “What if we tell Potluck first? He seems more trustworthy than Maple, if what I’ve heard about her is to be believed.”

“Oh... Is that all? I was expecting... more.”

“Come on, have you all forgotten the history lesson? Sure, it was a story poorly told, but... you remember nothing of it? Dark Matter was the big evil thingy that tried to destroy the world!”

Celeste rushed in. “Are we late?”

“That’s understandable. There’s a reason we don’t enforce “no pride in hunting” as a law.” Oh, Nip was getting up to go. That was too bad, he’d been enjoying the conversation. “No, there’s nothing I need. Thank you, though, it has been a nice talk. A nice way too keep my mind of being beaten...

Celeste grinned. “You know, aside from that “Great Beyond” bit, that sounds... surprisingly familiar. There’s a reason we call our lives the in-between sometimes. Like it or not, there’s something at both ends of it. All we can do is make the most of the time between.” More than anything else...

Celeste smiled. “Those faithful to Yveltal, huh? I’ve only met a few people like that, never really got to talk to them much before. What’s it like to worship the embodiment of death, if I may ask?”

“If Ho-Oh is there, they absolutely must be taken down first. If Darkwhite chooses to directly fight as well... Take my word for it, we would be doomed. We can only hope that she will refrain. We would collapse from exhaustion before we could defeat her.”

“The societies had gone in-” Ah, it seemed Nip wanted to put an end to that line of discussion. Too bad, it had sounded interesting. “Oh, okay. Moving on. Lugia’s domain is sea-storms. I didn’t live anywhere near the seas, so I’m no expert on them. Ho-Oh’s domain is the in-between of hatching...

“Ah, it’s too bad you’re not so well versed in it, I’d be fascinated to hear the stories of your world... I suppose I can hardly expect everyone from any given world to know them all, though.”

“Wait, who’s Zygarde? And what does Ho-Oh have to do with Lugia?” Celeste stopped to think for a moment. “If they’re counterparts in your world, they could be counterparts here, too. The fact that it was the two of them together may not have been coincidence... “Did I just say something...

“Lugia is one thing, but the loss of Ho-Oh is... frightening. The loss of Lugia would be disastrous, but if we lost Xerneas, Ho-Oh or Yvelatl... The cycle of life as we know it wouldn’t function. It would be as ruinous as losing one of Arceus’ Firstborn. Or Arceus themself.” There was also the...

“Yeah, that was her all right. I just wanted to get some starlight, but she beat me within an inch of my life. Dragged it out for... what felt like hours. Used me as bait to get everyone out so that she could challenge us. She’s holding a higher being hostage. Lugia... and possibly Ho-Oh, too.”...

Celeste stirred. He hurt all over. What had happened last nigh- Oh right. That. “Is... Is anyone else here? What time is it?”

After a moment’s musing on the matter, Celeste spoke back up. “You had a spirit to send here. You must, then, have a Ho-oh... Oh, and a Yveltal and Xerneas, too.” The idea of life existing without a Ho-oh was bizarre to him. It had become clear that worlds worked in different ways, but the...

“A lot like mine, by the sounds of it. Our humans didn’t kill any gods, though. They just... disappeared. The ruins of their society are the only remaining evidence of their civilization, and even then, many of the ruins have been levelled by Dialga’s power. What happened to them is a mystery...

Celeste stirred and looked around. He was in the dojo... Last he had remembered, he’d been on Zane’s shoulder. Did he fall asleep? “Huh? How long was I out? Is it tomorrow yet?” Hopefully, he hadn’t missed too much.

Celeste was pretty sure he couldn’t eat these gummies, and so, he began to lose interest. He turned to leave the dojo, hoping to catch this world’s night sky.

“There’s not much I can cook with jerky. It’s kinda already smoked and salted, not much more to go from there. No way to rehydrate it... unfortunately.” He sighed. It would be nice to have some more culinary freedom.

Whatever those “gummies” where, they probably weren’t edible unless Diyem had made him into some sort of non-carnivorous Absol. Seeing as Diyem was yet to do anything helpful, Celeste doubted that was the case. “Meat... substitutes?” It was the best shot he had at food, anyways. He sniffed at...