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“She dragged other out as long as possible, though I don’t think that was for strategic reasons so much as for her own sadistic pleasure. Kept us trapped in Trick Rooms, kept my Wish disabled so I couldn’t keep us going. After that...” He shuddered. “It was a slow, painful fight.”

Celeste sighed with relative relief. “No Ho-Oh, then?” That was a relief. Darkwhite’s war-of-attrition fighting would be much less intimidating without a healer on their side.

“They wouldn’t be the first pair of higher beings we had to fight. Plus, they probably don’t have anyone like Pepper and Thyme fighting alongside them, too. Sounds more manageable to me...” Celeste did have one concern: Could a Ho-Oh from this world revoke his blessing for the Ho-Oh of this...

Potluck’s gift... He had complete fluidity of typing? Celeste had known they’d all had gifts derived from Arceus, but this was different. This seemed to him like Potluck had Arceus’ blessing, on the same way he had Ho-Oh’s. That Potluck could have a gift of Arceus’ personal power was... awe...

“I’m trying it. I hope it manifests itself in some sort of disaster sense.” He reached out to accept the gift as well. “We should go try it. Anyone else willing to give this a shot?”

Celeste’s eyes lit up. “Could I use this to get my disaster sense back?” Diyem, if we’re going to do this, we’ll need all the help we can get. Not like you can help with all this yourself.

Though battered and bruised, Celeste couldn’t help but grin. “We fought against two higher beings and the teammates they were blessing, and we won. We. Won.” He took a moment to laugh before continuing. This had been the most insane day of his life. “We disinfected them all, and stopped the...

Celeste laughed in relief. “Oh, phew. Aside from the purple fur, Grey looked a lot like Mew. A moment after I finished mocking them, I realized that one of Arceus’ firstborn has been infected. Turf’s scales got purpler when she was infected, so it was a fair guess. “No one but us can see the...

Shaken as he already was by the realization he’d just had, Celeste jumped at the Guildmaster’s cry. Once he regained his composure, he looked to each of the attendees who were native to the world before issuing them a question. “What colour did Grey’s fur look like to you? Purple... or pink?”

Well, that was... actually some helpful information. He had no idea what a “Manaphy” was, but he recognized the beamed “Darkari” and “Cresselia.” Unfortunately... that news wasn’t good news. Two higher beings... gone because of... whatever this is. Both possibly ill. After seeing what an ill...

Celeste sighed. “And if I ask what the other three of five are, you’re not going to tell me because it’s more fun if you don’t, correct? Have I got this figured out?”

Hey, he liked that element of his name! Why would he have chosen one that didn’t sound like it could work in a story? “You’re one to talk, Grey. Our names may sound like they came from a storybook, but that’s better than having a name that sounds like it came from a colouring book!” It...

Celeste’s heart was beating like a drum, but the way the thing was laughing at their fear made him determined not to show it. It was a story hero’s job to be able to quip back in such situations, lest their reputation falter. He had to think of something. “So you call yourself Dark White? Is...

Celeste followed Cabot in. “Huh. Do we know what they are? I’d say I want one, but we don’t know if they’re dangerous or what.”