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The palpable tension was almost suffocating as Nip was raised into the air. He refused to look down. They couldn't afford for distractions or fear. Not now. Tempest stood at his side, his tail-tips twitching nervously as he looked at the sky. "I hope you're ready," he mumbled. "As ready as I...

"You're right," Nip agreed. "But... there's something else that concerns me. Something we should be concerned about, if it really was Owen we saw." He paused, taking a deep breath. "If this... is something to do with the blacklight like Brisa suggested, what's stopping the same from happening to...

"One would think," Nip responded bluntly. "But a mon can do terrible things when under stress or under some sort of threat." He flicked one of his ear feathers, turning away to address Owen. "Assuming you're innocent, can you explain how you got that leg injury?"

"Then we best start planning," Nip said with a grunt. He ran his claws across each other, as if testing their sharpness. "We'll need our rest, but we shouldn't wait long. The longer we wait, the more thine he has to gather his own power."

If Shaymin Village had felt almost like home, Destiny Village was almost the exact opposite. Rigid, stone streets. More of the unnatural structures built from cut wood and stone, built in a way that defied the chaotic order of nature. Despite finally feeling like he'd settled in amongst...