Xerneas snarled "Do you really think I'll just allow that?!"
And suddenly, without warning, the tree's very roots pulsed with energy and Puddle jettisoned out of the roots and into one of the nearby, mundane trees of the forest.
Truffle made several rapid gestures as sigils appeared in front of his wings. "Dispel!" he muttered, and then a beam of light shot Puddle in the chest. He took a Judgement in retaliation, but only winced in response before two red circles went flying off of the now briefly unconscious Ultra Shade. The golden wisps collected near the bottom of the tree, which quickly scrambled away. "Seal!" Truffle muttered next, and a golden barrier appeared around Cola, who bumped into it.
"H-hey!" Cola disappeared, but reappeared right within the barrier. "What?! L-let me out! Let me out!"
Truffle gestured with his wings and the orb drifted toward him. With a grave expression, he looked at the others. "I apologize for taking so long," Truffle said, nodding toward a few others who had been preparing a retaliatory assault.
But now, Cola was inside the barrier. He was helpless. And Puddle, dazed, wasn't doing anything.
"He was under Cola's control," Pop said. "It seems... that he was trying to do something this whole time by controlling your companion."
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Meanwhile, Bahamut would feel something again. The feelings of distrust and the images of Eternatus were met with completely different images. They were all strange and rapid, flashing thoughts and feelings and sights, as if he'd lived through them, if only briefly.
These images had pulled Bahamut into a trance that would last quite a while from the perspective of the others, but due to the commotion, nobody really noticed.
He saw the great expanse of deep space, and a sense of drive and duty. Then, he saw a group of Pokemon huddled together under Eternatus' looming shadow. First, Bahamut would feel a sense of glee and accomplishment, but as he looked down at the frightened Pokemon, it became one of awkwardness and non-belonging. And then, later still, he saw an image of a Zygarde, bipedal and titanic in nature, speaking to him about something. An overwhelming sense of nervousness accompanied this image, followed by intense relief.
And then, he saw a Charizard with a red orb sticking in his chest, growling and muttering something. Bahamut would want to laugh, like the Charizard had said something cute or silly despite his intense expression. These feelings and images... felt too real to be forged. Even though they were tinged with corruption, it felt more like these were the thoughts that were keeping her grounded, rather than the ones driving her mad.
And then the images stopped. Two words came. They were desperate and primal, like Eternatus didn't want to say them. Yet they were there before the connection was severed:
Help me.