Finale ~ Part 3 – Hundred
“That should do it,” Arceus whispered.
A beautiful, nearly incomprehensible swirl of expanding lights ballooned out before them. Star whistled in wonder, leaning closer.
“It won’t be the most glamorous reality. I think only a few scattered worlds, and only one will truly develop… but that’s precisely why it is intended to be a starting world. We can… learn with this. Nothing too crazy and unpredictable will happen, so long as we do not interfere too much.”
“So we just… watch, right?” Star asked. “Watch it start, end, and… learn from that?”
“Just as we were trained,” Arceus confirmed, nodding. “We may occasionally step in. That’s part of the test for us. And if all goes well…”
“We can make our own things! Follow… our own paths… as gods!”
Arceus chuckled faintly. “You’re growing into this.”
“I’m getting used to it.” She twirled around, chasing her long, long tail. “This body’s pretty nifty, too.”
“Always indecisive. I’m not surprised you warmed up to something that can freely change forms.”
The universe expanded in front of them. A world of Pokémon once more…
“But we’ll make it better,” Star said.
Arceus’ gaze darkened faintly. Yet, despite this, he nodded.
“A place where… tragedies like what happened to us won’t happen here. Can we at least do that?”
“It’s… beyond the scope of this test, Star,” Arceus said. “You know that.”
“But…”
“We can do that next time. But…” He sighed. “We can’t just let it all go the same, no. So, I suppose, if you want to pick one of those moments to step in…”
Star watched the reality expand.
“I will let you try,” Arceus conceded.
Star touched her chest, nodding.
“Thank you.”
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“Hecto! Do you remember yourself?” Mu asked desperately.
“Yes.”
Seven. I have secured a building to the east.
One. We are on our way.
Three. Confirming, we are on our way.
“Most of my copies are still resisting in smaller ways across the false world,” Hecto said. “But we are fighting.”
“How’d you remember?” Mu asked.
“This was a clumsy, hasty cover-up. Dark Matter is still trying to get full control over all the souls he had suddenly acquired. Unlike prior Divine Decree-like memory alterations, my Overseer training was able to detect and counter this kind of trickery more easily.”
Or, shamefully, he was more vigilant about it now.
“What can we do now?” Eon asked. “We need a way to resist all of this. Where are the others?”
“Most of them are… already under his spell. But even the slight resistance we’re providing is enough to snap them out of it.”
“It’s that pillar. That’s what’s absorbing everyone’s energy, right?” Mu gulped. “What if we attack it?”
“It’s a risk,” Hecto said. “But it may be the only risk we can afford at this point. It might badly hurt everyone, even cause a Lockout for those we hurt too badly—this is all unprecedented.”
“It’s heartless to say,” Mu said, “but even if we hurt some of them, it’s better than everyone.”
Hecto nodded gravely. He stopped running and turned around, facing the spire several blocks down. Dark Matter was no longer chasing them. Had they escaped? Or was he merely focused on channeling that energy?
“Diyem…” Mu rubbed her forehead. The headache forced her to her knees. She must have been remembering everything.
Such a strange anomaly. Even here, Mu resisted the tricks of the reality around her. The Overseers would have a great interest in her properties.
Eon, still a Charizard, got on all fours to get to her level. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Thanks, Da—I mean, uh…”
“Oh—right. Sorry.”
Eon closed his eyes. Scales fluttered off his body and dissolved into flecks of light. He shrank and shrank until he was just a pink little Mew that made Hecto’s heart ache. He hid it well.
“Better?”
“…Really, dude?” Mu said.
“What?”
“She just died.”
“I—this is my true form! Also, I’m a guy, it’s different!”
“It is different,” Hecto confirmed.
“Ugh, not you, too.” Mu rubbed her forehead.
The ground rumbled, reminding them all of what they had to do.
“What next?” Mu asked Hecto. “If this is all fake or whatever, what do we do against it? Fake superpowers?”
“Unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of manipulation,” Hecto said. “The most we can do is disrupt the abstractions still present. A false reality still has anchors to keep us all ‘on the same page.’ A grain of truth. If we can find that ‘truth,’ we can strike it, and the damage will be real.”
“Then let’s find Brandon,” Mu said plainly. “Reshiram’s all about seeing the truth, right?”
“And he’s human,” Eon added. “Strong human spirits seem to defy a lot of these things…”
“I agree.” Hecto nodded. “Alexander is a Pokémon. Dark Matter is tied to a Worldcore meant for Pokémon. Humans are just barely outside of that sphere. It may be able to handle them less readily.”
“They’re also stronger,” Mu added.
“That is also true.”
Eon hummed, crossing his arms. He kept pinching his skin.
“Are you well?” Hecto asked.
“Huh? Oh—sorry. I just, uh. Haven’t been able to…” Eon paused. “It’s nice to be normal again.”
“You’re Psychic,” Hecto said.
Everyone stared. Once again, his attempt at joking failed. He’d get it one day.
One. Search for Reshiram. He may be able to burn through the veil.
Eight. We have Reshiram with us. He is with another resistance group.
One. Requesting location.
As the information came to him, Hecto said, “I found Reshiram.”
“Oh! Well, alright!” Mu sprang back to her feet. The following vertigo left the Charmander stumbling into Eon’s side as he lowered himself to catch her.
“This way.” Hecto dashed through the streets. Distantly, the screams of countless innocents being absorbed into the obsidian pillar haunted him.
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This was a new kind of pain, one Owen hadn’t experienced before in all his lives.
Well, no. It was reminiscent of…
one death. One where Star’s Hands of Creation had ripped a broken Alloy asunder to save them from madness.
Now, it was just a single Hand of Creation singing his very spirit. His javelin, his weapon made of that Hand, had passed through a wormhole conjured by the Necrozma element of Kilo. The exit had been right behind him. The movement was so swift—Owen had fallen for it out of desperation—that he had no time to parry the strike.
Blood trickled from his mouth. It was a lot harder to heal himself from divine damage when he had to rely on the very tool that had pierced him for that healing.
“The struggles of this body are… fleeting and temporary. I’ve already found a short-term solution to keep them in line.” Kilo slowly turned, the motes of light swirling chaotically within his torso. Waves of energy created solar flares along his rippling, buzzing body of Chaotic static.
“Then… they
are fighting back.”
“Pointless gestures. You cannot shout at a storm to make it stop. Their resistance will be their last disgraceful act.”
The soul bullet boiled in Owen’s chest. Would it hurt him? He had none of Alexander’s traits. It should… be fine. But it was also such a wasted effort. All of that planning, so much investment into a single, precious bullet, just for it to fail…
No. Not like this.
“Eon!” Owen cried. “Eon, I need a little help here! Just one big burst, that’s all I need!”
Kilo roared with laughter.
“Gods! Do you really think he can hear you anymore?! He’s GONE!”
Owen exhaled shakily. He could feel the soul bullet about to burst. He channeled extra power into the Hand of Creation to keep that energy contained.
“Eon!” Owen shouted again. “…Zena! Demitri, Mispy, Gahi… anything! Strike the core!”
But nobody answered.
“Goodbye, Owen. Finally, this will all be settled.”
Over a hundred Hands of Creation arose from behind Kilo’s back.
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They’d found Reshiram. A small army of other Pokémon had already gathered around the white dragon. Among them were Manny with his team of Yen, Doll, and Elbee, though save for Yen, a Drampa, all had been reduced to their smallest forms. Hecto could feel the power radiating from each; their size was a mere illusion.
Also leading the charge was a Snivy leading a suspiciously familiar quartet of Pokémon—a Charmander, Chikorita, Axew, and Trapinch. A whole army’s worth of Pokémon were standing behind the diminutive Pokémon.
“You know, Mom, I wonder why you’re a Milotic,” Mu said to Zena. “Everyone else that used to be a big threat to Dark Matter got devolved.”
“I’d
truly want to avoid those days,” Zena said. “Maybe that’s why.”
“I suspect it is instead some kind of threshold,” Hecto replied. “There is a point where you are strong enough to warrant being suppressed… but if you are even stronger than
that, perhaps you don’t.”
“I’m not that much stronger than another Guardian,” Zena said. “Was I?”
“Hmm…” Perhaps his theory was wrong. “It doesn’t matter. We should mobilize for the spire. All we need is one good hit to see if it
works. From there, we shall proceed accordingly.”
“Uh-huh.” Mu crossed her arms. “What does
proceed accordingly mean?”
“Whatever you want,” Hecto said flatly. “I’m sorry. I’d make more plans, but we do not have the time. Follow your instincts.” Because, clearly, that’s done better than his lifetimes of knowledge for some reason
The little Snivy cleared her throat.
“Oh, hi, uh… Trina, right?” Mu asked.
Trina nodded.
“Oh, hey,” Gahi said. “You, uh… do I remember you?”
Trina frowned slightly.
“Hey, don’t get offended,” Mu said. “Memory erasure’s brutal.”
“I’m not. I’ll channel that into more energy to kill our new god.”
Zena smiled at that.
“Hey, I wanna do that!” Gahi said, wobbling closer. “Yer in an army, right? I’ll, uh, we’ll take orders! Yeah?” He looked back at Demitri and Mispy, who seemed completely confused.
“Wow. Embodiment of willpower immediately begs for a leash,” Mu mumbled to herself.
Hecto adjusted the scarf-like extension of his neck.
Nine. I’m seeing a strange bundle of black strings coming from the obsidian tower.
One. What do they lead to?
Nine. I can’t tell. They fade into the aether.
Hecto didn’t know what to make of that. He filed it away for now.
“Trina!” called a Swampert. He sprinted over and saluted the Snivy. “Everything’s ready! We can assault from all sides once you give the word!”
“Wonderful. Do it now.”
“N-now? Right now?”
“Yes. We have no time! Did you hear me?” Trina spun to face Reshiram.
The Dragon of Truth’s tail revved to life. Flames scorched the dirt black. “Didn’t fight well enough out there,” he said. “I’m gonna use Blue Flare on weak points that I see. Even if it makes no sense, I want my squad to strike where I mark! That understood?!”
“Yes, sir!”
Even Mu chimed in on that one. Hecto suspected it was because she was permitted to destroy things. Hopefully, that was just because she was technically still very young.
He wasn’t sure how ‘absorbing the negativity’ of a populace fed into that, though.
One. We are ready.
Ten. We need you to move quickly.
“Sorry to rush you,” Hecto said, “but I think time is a factor. Reshiram, please mark everything you can.”
“Happy to help.” Reshiram stomped his foot on the ground. The great, whirring engine within his tail blazed to life. Manny hopped onto Yen’s back, and then the rest of his team followed. The Drampa followed the Reshiram through the skies, leaving Hecto behind to scout from the ground.
Seven. I’ve found a strange rift.
One. A rift?
Seven. Yes, it’s in the shape of a wound. Owen may have left it.
One. I’ll come to investigate.
Seven. Here’s where it is . . .
“Is something wrong?” Zena asked Hecto.
“…Come with me.” Hecto marched in the opposite direction from the obsidian spire.
“What? But what about the others?”
“This is another front. And I think you’ll want to be here for it.”
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From one near-miss to another, Owen had expected this one to be his last. Yet, when Kilo’s onslaught suddenly came to a fizzling halt, and as Owen narrowly struggled to dodge the much slower Judgment-like rain of divine spears, he felt a shift in the air.
Kilo had suddenly doubled over as if stabbed. The lights within his torso shifted like a brewing storm or a pot of water about to boil over.
“Khh—”
Hesitation came later. Owen had to
act.
Still skewered, Owen forced himself forward, pulling his Hand of Creation paradoxically further out of his hands as he did. But it remained tethered to him, and that was all that mattered.
He
willed the javelin in his chest forward, clearing his wound completely. But it wasn’t enough to reach the core of Kilo’s body. Fine. Whatever. No plan ever went perfectly.
All he had to do was focus on the soul bullet at the very tip of the javelin.
“What? NO!”
Too late.
He squeezed his hand. The javelin exploded outward like a great, long flower, the bullet at the tip of its stem. It burst with blinding, silver needles that struck through both Owen and Kilo at once, raining upon his body harmlessly, save for a faint tingle that swam through his bones.
In seconds, that feeling faded. Instead, his ears rang with the pained, anguished
screech of Kilo as every needle carved through his body like water through cotton candy. It melted the crystals into molten gold; every part of his Chaos body touched by a silver needle spewed with black-and-white fog. One eye had been completely disintegrated, raining diamond dust from its empty socket. That missing eye was surrounded by melted crystal and sizzling Chaos energy.
The core of his body was strangely less damaged. While it still had signs—cracks along the cage and a core that pulsed irregularly like a twitching eye—it wasn’t nearly as tattered as the rest of him. That was a clue. While Kilo, this lingering will of Alexander, held its clutches around the world, he still did not have full control over it. He had not yet assimilated everything into him.
He doesn’t have them yet. And now he never will.
“You… WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”
Owen yanked his hand back. He tugged at the portal in front of him, which tugged at the string behind him, and therefore the javelin that had stabbed him in the back. Its flower-like opening closed as it siphoned out of his body, through the portal, and finally back fully into his palm.
With a swing, Owen flicked the blood off the whip-javelin.
Kilo wasn’t dead yet. But those wounds cut him deep.
Thanks for the assist, Nate.
He was heard.
Owen wordlessly pointed the javelin at Kilo and smirked.
The taunt was effortless. Kilo roared and lunged at Owen, portals now dissolved entirely. Owen weaved to the left and jammed the javelin directly into Kilo’s throat. A staticky, wet gurgle interrupted Kilo’s cry. Owen pulled the javelin out at an angle, watering the wastes below in Chaos.
But flecks of Kilo’s blood landed on Owen instead. It stung, though not badly. He heard faint thoughts, scattered and confused, not from a spirit, but from echoes of their presence.
What’s going on?! one said.
Is that some rift?
The world’s ending! The sky’s falling!
Dad… keep doing that! It’s working!
That last voice he recognized. His heart fluttered.
“ANSWER ME!” Kilo roared, his throat healed. He made a slow, easily read tail whip that Owen weaved under. The tail erupted with hundreds of Hands of Creation, a few nicking Owen’s cheek. His flesh split open; he sewed it back together.
Weaker, but still deadly.
Owen didn’t answer Kilo. Instead, he feinted a throw at his chest; Kilo opened a portal for nothing. With a burst of speed, Owen weaved around the portal and shifted his javelin into a blade for slicing. He carved a wedge out of Kilo’s hip and spun around.
Another pained, frustrated cry. Owen even sensed fear.
More blood spilled onto him. And this time, he caught a glimpse of the world within…
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The sky had torn open with great gashes of miasma. Once gray clouds were now punctured with golden light, and past that light, bright white stars.
Each Hecto stared at the sky to a different rift. Occasionally, sparks shot through the rifts and struck the ground, shockwaves leaving his mind frazzled. Memories of the outside world—so distant, yet so recent—flooded back, and then the inner world clawed it all back into the depths.
Through many pairs of eyes, Hecto watched it unfold, barking orders once he realized what those rifts were.
“Go to them! Escape! Shout at the resistance outside!” He rarely raised his voice. Yet, if there was any time for such a thing, it was now.
South of the great obsidian pillar, Reshiram rained down a barrage of flames onto countless seemingly pointless spots in town. With full faith, those on his back and part of his fleet fired upon those markers. Every impact shattered more of the world, leaving strange cracks in the air. Rather than reveal dirt or stone behind the ruins, they instead saw a clear, starry sky.
Team Alloy punched through smaller cracks, making them larger. They tried to dive directly into them, only to pop back out as if they’d been slingshot back. Yet, each time, they seemed to get stronger, clawing back more of their power. At one point, the trio had gone to their second forms—and then, shortly after, their third.
The same happened to Manny’s team, to Trina, to just about everyone except Willow, who instead kept multiplying.
The veil slowly lifted. When Hecto looked at his paws, they were transparent. Everyone else was losing their form. The illusions of the false reality slowly dissolved… and despite this, their fighting was getting stronger. The buildings’ lights dimmed. The obsidian spire cracked and crumbled.
Zena disappeared into one of the rifts… and did not return.
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When Owen peered into the world, a Milotic’s ethereal head slammed into his face instead.
Taken aback, Owen flipped away and dodged past the pained flails of Kilo.
“Zena?!” he cried.
“Owen!” Zena desperately called.
“Owen, we’re trying to fight—do you—”
But she was pulled into the core. Her spirit curled into a ball of light, shrinking into a speck in the storm.
“Oh no you don’t!” Owen grabbed his javelin and plunged it into the core, spotting where Zena had gone. The core was ethereal—he couldn’t stab it or poke it. It wasn’t his fight. Still, he managed to grab Zena.
“Ah! Owen!”
Owen quickly pecked her on the cheek. “For good luck. Tear it all down!” He shoved her back into the core.
Kilo roared and blasted Owen with a beam of Chaotic light. Owen, knowing it was coming, weaved out of the way, spiraling around his body. Kilo was slower. Energy was destabilized.
He just had to wait until Kilo tired out.
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Zena went flying out of the rift like a flung spaghetti noodle. Eon caught her, but she was so heavy that she ended up flattening him into the ground.
“What happened out there?” Hecto immediately asked.
Zena perked up, slithering over and past Eon, who seemed to have stars in his eyes. “He said to tear it all down. What we’re doing is working!”
“That’s all the feedback we need.” Hecto nodded.
One. The disruptions are working. Focus all efforts into striking the illusion’s weak points and the obsidian tower!
As the news spread, tensions and spirits rose. The entire world—or those strong enough to be awake for it—was at a fever pitch.
<><><>
Kilo wailed in agony. He flailed his wings, which had extended into whips with countless Hands seeping out of his Chaotic form. Black and white trails of energy discolored the sky. One of them nicked Owen’s Protect shield… But rather than send him flying, all it did was knock him back a few feet.
What?
“How… are you doing this? What’s… happening in my world…”
Owen took a small risk. He dashed closer and held up part of his Hand as a shield. Then came the desperate strike.
The ethereal ring rattled his head but didn’t knock him away. Instead, he held his ground, beat his wings just a bit harder, and broke past the next wave. He readied his javelin and pierced through Kilo’s upper abdomen, cracking his crystal armor.
“AAAAAAAGH!”
He’s so weak!
And yet… the damage healed itself just as easily as before. Even with his offenses evaporating, Kilo was still immortal. Owen had no idea what kind of damage he could deal to that, even with his powers fighting against itself. It wasn’t enough…
But Kilo was unstable. He felt
pain. He could make him lose that confidence. Maybe that would help those imprisoned?
“It’s because you were never meant to control the world,” Owen taunted. “And now the world is clawing its way out of you!”
“Don’t be… don’t be FOOLISH!”
Owen parried the reckless blows. This shook Kilo even more. Maybe there were other retorts, other counters. It all evaporated the moment Owen blocked a direct attack.
“What… what are you?!”
“Nothing to you. I didn’t get any stronger. You just lost what you never deserved in the first place.”
Kilo drifted back.
“This isn’t my fight alone,” Owen roared, pointing his javelin at Kilo. “Now let the world return to its natural order!”
“I AM that natural order!” Kilo blasted Owen again. Another spiraling beam of black-and-white energy headed directly toward him. Not taking any chances, Owen drifted to the side and let the beam graze him—but it was an easy deflection.
Should I?
Kilo’s crystalline body parts buckled.
I need to.
Owen plunged into the beam. He pumped his wings harder than before, propelling with Shadows, with Radiance, with Life, with any energy he could muster. His wings grew to double their size from the ethereal extension; his tail flame blazed with a multicolored spiral. He shaped his Hand-enforced Protect into a pointed cone.
And in moments, he stabbed through Kilo’s mouth, split open his face, and knocked his crystal pieces asunder.
A fizzling, half-gurgling wail left Owen’s head ringing. He narrowly blocked a few more pummeling strikes. His shield cracked.
“Tsk.”
But Kilo didn’t notice. Instead, his face disfigured, slowly patching itself back together, his one working crystal eye darted around his forehead. Searching.
What’s he doing?
Suddenly, a portal appeared—one large enough to take him.
“Hey!”
He wordlessly fled into it—
“AUGH!”
And just as quickly, the portal spat him back out. Embers and cutting gales twisted around his body. Owen flew forward, catching a glimpse of the other side.
There, he saw two humans accompanied by a squadron of Pokémon. One wore a blue coat; the other had striking red, spiky hair. Ho-Oh and Lugia stood among them.
“Yeah, take that, you monster!” Michael cheered. “Owen warned us exactly about this!”
“Could’ve come a little sooner, though,” Wes added.
Kilo snarled, closing the portal. He opened another.
“Why bother?!” Owen shouted. “Portals to that world always go near strong auras. You can’t win! I warned everyone!”
“We’ll see about that!”
He flew into it. And once again, he was blasted back, this time by great spears of electricity tinged with Chaos.
Tapu-Koko stood on the other end, glaring briefly at Kilo, then at Owen, as if they were both nuisances. Owen tittered nervously.
“Now!” shouted a human wearing a torn jacket. One hand was clutching his forehead as if he was losing control of himself. “Silvally! Use
Chaos Multi Attack!”
Claw-shaped energy waves sliced Kilo into three pieces, barely stitching themselves back together with stray Hands of Creation. The portal closed.
Another opened, once again. Kilo was about to fly through. Suddenly, he halted mid-flight, staring at the other side.
Two humans stood on the other end. One had a blue jacket and a Blastoise standing behind him. The other had a red cap and a Charizard hovering beside him.
Kilo closed the portal.
Owen managed a cheap shot with a dragging javelin sliding across Kilo’s back. The serpent roared again and swiped at Owen; he parried it, but noted that the strike was stronger than before. Was Kilo regaining his composure?
“Fine… if you have… if you have THAT world covered… I’ll just find ANOTHER!”
“I wouldn’t do that!” Owen warned.
Kilo opened his last portal. Instantly, a beam of white light tinged with sacred flames and a few Shadow Ball spheres struck the serpent all at once, sending him flying into the molten planet’s remains.
The portal’s fading visage revealed to Owen the Overseer Ho-Oh, a Necrozma giving him a farewell salute with his upper right wing, and another figure he couldn’t see behind the two.
When the portal closed, Owen followed the smoke trail that Kilo had left behind. Halfway there, Kilo shot out of the lava, cooling rock dripping off his body. His crystal eyes were back in working order.
He laughed. At first, it was slow, but then it slowly transitioned into maniacal rumbling. Owen remained defensive.
“Then I’ll just wait it out,” he hissed.
“They don’t want to destroy this world… but you can’t kill me. You can’t… kill me!”
He blasted Owen again. In response, Owen crossed his arms and spiraled the Hand in front of him.
“Ghh—”
But this time, it knocked Owen out of the sky. Kilo slipped into a portal that siphoned him just in front of Owen. Four wings clamped onto the Protect shield and drove him into the earth, tens of feet under, before flying out.
He’s… he’s getting his strength back!
“Something wrong?” Kilo asked in a low chuckle. His misshapen face was right next to Owen’s cheek. Then, he pushed away.
Uh oh.
Owen quickly burrowed out of the way and upward. Where he had once been, the ground was nothing but molten rock.
“Only a brief… growing pain. That’s all it was! ALL IT EVER WILL BE!”
Owen winced. The power was coming back too fast… but even then, his movements were slow. He could not mask the energy that still crawled around him, trying to escape. Spirits flailing defiantly… trying, desperately, to escape. Yet they still didn’t have enough power.
Kilo roared with laughter. His head arched backward. Another beam of Chaos charged at the back of his throat…
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Hecto didn’t understand. Reality as they briefly knew it was falling apart. Kilo Village, the buildings, the Black Heart building —all were becoming nothing but cosmic dust in a storm of red winds and lights. Almost everyone had dissolved into more of those motes of light, blending into the winds, yet Hecto, standing on Reshiram’s back as he flew over the groundless storm, still heard their defiant shouts.
Only the strongest remained. He saw Giratina, Dialga, and Palkia all fighting in tandem. Over Dialga’s shoulder was Rayquaza; twin Dragon Pulses pummeled the obsidian spire—the one thing that remained intact at the eye of the storm. A Decidueye flew behind Giratina, landing on her serpentine back, firing volley after volley of arrows into the spire. He chipped at bits and pieces, but it was like a chisel to a mountain.
Standing at the base of the spire, at the little free ground that remained, was Diyem. He only watched. The purple heart in his chest shone brighter than ever. Occasionally, he spoke. His words did not carry past the shouts, yet it didn’t seem like he intended to talk to any of them.
Who was he talking to?
“Yo, Thousand-Eyes!” Reshiram shouted at Hecto.
“Hundred eyes, but go on.”
“World’s falling apart! Seemed like it
was working. Now it’s getting… getting hard to breathe!”
Hecto noticed it too. Every breath was becoming harder than the last.
“Kilo might be learning how to contain us more efficiently,” he said. “It’s now or never. We must destroy that spire.”
Reshiram let out one final gasp. He let blue fire rain down upon the obsidian eye of the storm. Most of it dissolved… except for a single patch that blazed, the fire burning away at an illusion.
A single, red eye sat at the base of the spire, exposed from a constant barrage. It was precisely where Diyem had been standing.
“There!” Reshiram shouted. “That’s—”
And that was all Reshiram could do. A wave of darkness, faster than he could react, pierced through his chest.
Hecto was in free-fall. He twisted his body and narrowly landed on the ground, but the cells that made up his body couldn’t take it. He collapsed into himself, lifeless flat, green cells sliding off of him, while his head dissolved into a single, one-eyed Core.
Just above him was Diyem, looming, towering, glaring at him.
“Overseer,” he greeted.
Hecto tried to respond. He didn’t have the strength.
Diyem raised his hand, still crackling with his last Shadowy beam. It stayed there, frozen, as the lavender heart pulsed in his chest.
Reshiram’s blue flames trailed through the air on invisible strings, connecting Diyem to the eye in the obsidian tower. A few of the strings broke, burning away. But not all of them.
Crack!
Diyem’s eyes widened. A stray ember unveiled Sera’s illusion. She’d been there the whole time—the ghostly Zoroark’s claws jammed into the crystal eye. On the other side was Mu, still just a Charmander, yet with Chaos flames that melted the gem.
“C’mon, c’mon!” Mu gasped, taking another breath.
“Oh, shoot!” Sera cried. “Illusion’s down! Ru—”
Diyem swiftly blasted Sera with the strike intended for Hecto. She narrowly dodged, but the beam singed her red-white mane, eating away at it like fire on paper.
“Diyem, don’t do this!” Sera commanded. “You’re… you’re better than this! You were doing
so well! Please, just… just let us end this, and we can save everyone! We can save
you!”
Diyem slowly turned around as she spoke. His shoulders slackened. The invisible threads continued to move his limbs.
“It’s too late for me,” Diyem whispered.
He fired another blast at Sera, but it was a feint. When Sera dodged left, Diyem quickly shot another even further to the left, striking her square in the chest.
Sera couldn’t even gasp a scream when her body dissolved into yet another mote for the storm. As she fell back, her eyes had trailed upward…
For some reason, she smiled. And then the storm claimed her.
Hecto tried, again, to speak, but once again he’d been reduced to nothing but an observer. His body was close to weightless. He was helpless. Always, always helpless.
There was still Mu. There was still—
Where was Mu? All he saw was a green tail vanish into a portal where Mu had once been.
Diyem must have realized it at the same time, as suddenly, he was darting his eyes about, defensive. Then, at once, he and Diyem both thought to look up.
A strange fusion of a Meganium, Flygon, and Haxorus flew above them. Ruby-red gemstones adorned their forehead. They pointed at Diyem, enveloping him in a restrictive, psionic barrier.
Zena charged a Hydro Pump from the skies. Even with Diyem’s restraints, she was too slow.
No… not like this.
Diyem would fire first. Migami tensed, vines curling and writhing, Psychic barrier stretching.
I refuse to watch… another tragedy!
Diyem raised his arm. The psychic barrier snapped—Migami split into three and rapidly dissolved into the storm.
This time, I act!
With the last of his strength, Hecto jumped—and landed in Diyem’s eyes.
It did almost nothing.
Almost. In annoyance, Diyem used his other hand to grab Hecto, squishing his body like a grape. He popped, horrible pain briefly overwhelming all other senses… and then, no pain. His bodiless spirit floated in the air… watching, silently, as his one split-second delay allowed the Hydro Pump to crash down upon him.
Diyem growled; the pressure kept his body pinned in a defensive squat, but it wasn’t harming him at all.
And then, another flash appeared from behind Zena. A Treecko and a Charmander—Mhynt and Mu—dived toward Diyem, both of them holding a single Leaf Blade, side by side. Mhynt produced the blade, refined its edge, and aimed it at something below. Mu provided the Chaos, the energy that defied the world, and the searing will that Mhynt had once lost.
Diyem was helpless.
They had a clear shot!
Hurry…
They landed. The blade… missed.
Utterly.
They sliced the air between Diyem and the red eye, striking neither in the process. The Chaos flames disappeared; the Treecko and Charmander, without any of their strength, began to dissolve with Zena.
It… how did they…
Hecto wanted to cry and shout, yet lacked the body to do either.
Yet Mhynt and Mu did not. Instead, Mu stood straight, offering a high-five to Mhynt, who tilted her head curiously. She humored it, swiping at Mu… only for her to dodge and taunt.
And then they both disappeared.
And all the shadowy strands that controlled Diyem lay in tatters on the ground.
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“Agh—GH… GHYAAAAAAAAAAGH!”
Owen had been busy dodging blows, waiting for an opening. His strength was waning. Even the Mega Stone’s energy felt like it was running on fumes by now. The planet lay below them as nothing but a molten blob with islands of stone. Ocean steam and water vapor clouded the distant horizon.
But suddenly, Kilo could not focus. His body flailed, firing pointless shots of Chaos Owen’s way. He still couldn’t find an opening. But amid it all, he knew Kilo was… struggling again.
Owen didn’t want to take any chances. He burst forth, trying to dodge a few whipping tendrils, but had to back away several times.
Not yet. Just, just a little more! Where? Where’s the opening?
“HEY!”
Clang!
Owen didn’t recognize that sound. It was like a stone had hit crystal.
Suddenly, Kilo turned around, befuddled and insulted.
An Aerodactyl, covered with burns, bruises, and bloody cuts, panted as bits of rock dribbled from his mouth.
“You forget about me?!” Jerry fired another set of rocks at Kilo.
Who had his back turned to Owen.
Owen dashed through. Kilo prepared a blast for Jerry, remembering Owen a second too late.
“NOW, IDIOT!” Jerry roared. He dive-bombed for Kilo, who suddenly stopped caring about the Aerodactyl.
Owen slammed into Kilo’s core. Briefly, he glimpsed its inner reality.
<><><>
Diyem stood alone in front of the obsidian spire. The red eye stared back at him. Its dark tendrils tried to reach out to Diyem, yet a strange, radiant light from his chest dissolved any attempt at reconnection.
You will die if you strike me, the eye told him.
Diyem knew that was true.
They will never bring you back.
Diyem… didn’t know that for sure.
They will call you a monster again, and history will repeat. You will suffer.
Perhaps he deserved it. Perhaps that was his role.
You can save them.
Diyem’s breath hitched. His fist clenched. He felt a new presence in the air, an ever-familiar, warm, defiant presence.
Despite the pain, Diyem smiled.
<><><>
The world was so slow. One second lasted for minutes. Kilo slowly turned, trying to grab Owen, trying to pull him away. Jerry gnawed at Kilo’s armor, ripping inconsequential pieces away before going for the eye, yet Kilo completely ignored him. Kilo knew Owen was the true danger.
And Owen realized what had to be done. The last strength that was needed to free them all… and the warning Forrest had given him. That he could not,
should not, shoulder it all on his own.
He didn’t think Forrest had intended for this to be where it would come into play again.
But did that matter? This time, Owen found the answer for himself.
The little claw on his necklace tapped gently on his chest. He took one breath, just as Kilo tried to grab Owen’s back.
Diyem, Owen thought quietly, sending it into the inner world.
This is for you. With my Radiant Bestow…
Take my Hand.
<><><>
A golden bolt of lightning struck Diyem from above. Intense,
burning fire coursed through him, yet there was no pain, and no fear.
It coalesced into his right hand, replacing the Shadows. He recognized this weapon. The javelin and the whip: Owen’s Hand of Creation.
Are you sure?
Diyem smirked. “I’m beyond all doubt.”
Impossible.
But rather than answer, Diyem let the eye watch. He brought his arm back; the red iris quivered. He pointed the javelin at its pupil; the iris darted like it could dodge.
It could not.
And he plunged it into the core, shattering it completely.
The world went white.
<><><>
Owen didn’t hear much after he’d Bestowed his divine power. Kilo had grabbed him, shouted things at him, threw him higher into the air.
He didn’t move, didn’t resist. He
couldn’t. Everything was… heavy. And when Owen saw, in his peripheral, tunneling vision, his lower body, his arms, his tail, he saw golden motes of light trailing off his body.
Right, Owen recalled peacefully.
When someone with divine power… loses it all… they disappear.
Gravity took over again. Owen was falling. Kilo was no longer fighting Jerry or Owen, but instead was fighting to keep his core contained. Golden beams of light were emerging from all parts of his body, from his core most of all. Golden armor crumbled away.
I took Star’s power. That meant… I was a god, wasn’t I?
He smiled with only a hint of bitterness.
After all this time, I’d become a god anyway…
The great world’s serpent flailed, swiping at Jerry, who was already so far away. He swiped at Owen, merely passing through. Owen faintly wondered what Kilo was saying, but only briefly. He just smiled at Kilo, waving at him. At everyone within his reality.
Kilo shouted curses instead.
And as Owen’s vision began to close out entirely, as even thinking became a bit too difficult, as he drew one last breath to appreciate the air, he saw Kilo’s body explode in all directions in a rainbow of fire.
He saw his mother in a void, smiling proudly. She reached toward him.
Remember, she said,
to follow me.
Her words confused Owen.
But then, when that vision faded, he saw a shockwave blow past his ethereal body, blasting away the storm and the dark. He saw the false sky and false stars crack like a great dome of glass.
In one final, brilliant second, the great dome of the world’s boundary shattered.
And then, Owen disappeared.