Umbramatic
The Ghost Lord
"What we clearly need for them to be safe is MORE BUBBLES!" said Mithos, still a Dewwpider.
"I hope to see you all later today so we can discuss what had happened, and perhaps devise a plan to locate Team Spice."
"Hey, Celeste?" Cabot began. "Do you remember when you brought Dialga the first day we got here? I had never heard of him before, but it sounds like he's pretty important around here. What sort of god is he exactly?"
Celeste was taken back by the sudden question. He didn’t really remember mentioning them, and he certainly didn’t know much about them.
“Oh, hi. Dialga is a higher being. One of the most powerful, supposedly. They’re the embodiment of time itself, and... nobody knows much about them. Or, in my world we don’t. The idea of someone meeting Dialga is... unheard of where I’m from. Some of the weaker higher beings behave more like us mortals, but those as powerful as Dialga are incomprehensible to us. It’s better not to think of them as people, they’re more like forces of nature.
“However... They might be different here. Nobody would ever be able to talk to or beget gifts from the Dialga I’ve heard of.”
Celeste laughed. “Well, it’s hard to know much about someone who hasn’t been seen by mortal eyes in all of recorded history. Either way, hardly anyone follows Dialga because of that. Dialga gives nothing to their followers, doesn’t even acknowledge them. Weaker higher beings with lesser domains who interact with mortals end up with larger followings. Like wanderers following Latias and Latios, musicians following Meloetta, sailors following Lugia or scholars following Reshiram.”