TEST 8.
FLOW. The feeling of pressure in here is immense. It's stronger than it was with Darkrai, something you can feel down to your core, something that you couldn't shake off even if you tried; there's nothing to do but power through it. Saturn, for his part, either isn't feeling it at all or is incapable of reacting in any sort of appropriate way even if he could; he simply continues to regard you from across the room, his words hanging heavy in the room. It's a far cry from his behavior during the first month you were here; he was civil then, willing to do you favors in exchange for the chance to talk to you. It's plain that he will be doing no such thing today; it may be difficult to know where to start, really. Especially when your Pokémon don't seem to be doing well - whatever's happening here, they seem reluctant, even unwilling, to fight anything in this room. Perhaps it's not surprising; the energy in the room is likely familiar to them, and it's the sort associated with someone deciding to take their spirit away last time it was angered. Whatever the reason, you're on your own for now; whatever happens is your choice, and yours alone. |

CONCLUSION.
However, Saturn hadn't been wrong in saying the chains can break, and it seems that he likewise wasn't wrong in saying they aren't terribly stable; eventually the cracks will show, and the cracks will turn into breaks, and after a while Dialga can shake the chains off more or less on its own, shattering the remnants of them and ensuring that they're gone. The pressure being exuded from the creature is intense, and while it's still very clearly angry, it doesn't seem on the verge of rampaging or trying to destroy all of you, either - it fixes its gaze sharply on the group, staring down at all of you with something that's almost a glare before another of those harsh, loud roars shakes the air, bringing with it the feeling of another temporal disturbance rippling harshly through the building. This one is stronger than the others, more intense, seeming to physically shake the very essence inside you before leaving you with the feeling that something has undeniably changed.
The flow of time has been restarted.
The reopening of the void it had initially emerged from is sudden, but perhaps less disorienting this time around; either way, it opens, and before long Dialga has left you, and so has that unfathomable pressure, and it may take you a while to reaclimate but you'll soon become not just cognitively, but physically aware that the deity is no longer in your presence.
Saturn's own chains had faded as soon as Dialga's had shattered, that unnatural red light leaving his eyes; to his credit, he doesn't stumble or anything, though he does flinch and press one of his hands to his chest for a moment. He'll shake it off easily enough, though, or at least he's doing a stellar job at pretending he has; it takes him a moment to say anything, but...]
You're welcome to stay here for the night, should you choose to, though I understand if you want to leave as soon as possible; either way, no one from Team Galactic will trouble you, for the rest of the time that you're in the city.
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Should you choose to stay or not, I have machines to destroy. I think I can manage that much tonight.
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[he likes to Smash]
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between this and the ghost thing, aren't you glad you're friends with this now]