As the rain slowly stopped throughout the night, the radiant sunlight shone down upon the pink puffball the next day. Kirby woke up to feel the light warm him up, but the light from the sun was not the same without his friends. Suddenly remembering them again, Kirby planted his face into the ground, sobbing into the shrinking puddle formed by his own tears. Just then, as Kirby was about to let another painful series of crying, he suddenly heard a voice. It was faint, but it was loud enough for Kirby to hear it as he stopped weeping. The pink puffball wiped his eyes, still strong enough to stand up straight by moving his wounded body.

Kirby slowly turned his head, wondering where that sound was coming from. It sounded like a woman singing, her voice like angels from on high. The pink puffball heard it again, noticing it was coming from deep within the forest. With whatever ounce of strength he had left, Kirby ran with his big, red feet into the luscious vegetation. The louder Kirby heard the singing, the closer he ran towards a certain direction. Eventually, the pink puffball managed to pass through a blueberry-coated bush, finding himself at a crystal-clear lake. Birds were chirping in the distance as Kirby looked around. There, sitting on a rock, the pink puffball managed to find the source of the singing: a black-haired woman with milk chocolate-colored skin bathing near the lake. The front of her naked body was hidden from Kirby's point-of-view as she scooped up a mixture of fruits and juices from a leaf a tad bigger than her hand, lathering it into her wavy locks. As the mixture was lathering into bubbles in the brown-skinned woman's hair, she was still humming with an angel's voice. Kirby, aroused by her beautiful singing, slowly crept up behind her, curious about who she is. Eventually, after Kirby got at least close enough, the woman turned her head to meet eyes with a round-shaped, pink, black-and-blue eyed puffball whose smile could warm hearts.

"Hai!" Kirby said, waving his stubby arms. With a terrified scream, the woman, her back still turned on the pink puffball, grabbed a rather large stick and whacked Kirby into a bush, not even realizing she slipped off the rock and fell into the water thanks to the force emitted from that swing. After Kirby managed to climb out of the bush, brushing off most of the sticks and twigs on him, the pink puffball suddenly noticed the stranger in the water, running to the rim of the lake in fear. As soon as Kirby saw soapy bubbles in the water, the brown-skinned woman quickly sprouted out from the water, gasping for air.

"Get away from me, you little demon!" the stranger gasped, still trying to swim as she shut her eyes, not even looking at Kirby. She then swam towards the rock she was sitting on, climbing onto it while covering herself. After wiping her eyes, she then opened them to see not a monster but instead a badly-wounded pink puffball that looks like he wouldn't even attack anyone.

"Oh my gosh," the stranger spoke, watching Kirby rub his little head with his stubby arms. "I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just mistook you for another minion invading these lands…" Kirby merely looked at her, shaking his head while smiling. The stranger then hopped back into the water, swimming to a nearby bush to get herself dried up and dressed.

"Poyo-poyo?" Kirby asked, tilting his nonexistent neck.

"Hope you can accept my apology," the stranger said, rustling the bush's branches. "These lands are crawling with monsters nowadays. I can't even have peace without one stalking me…" Once the stranger climbed out of the bush, Kirby saw she was dressed in some sort of tankini outfit made out of stitched-together leaves, both pieces of the clothing covering her breasts and hips. The brown-skinned stranger then wrung her wavy black hair, flipping it back when she was done.

"Oh, I almost forgot," the stranger replied, forgetting something. Kirby watched as she combed through the bush, searching the branches for something, and the pink puffball didn't know what.

"Found it!" the stranger sighed in relief, pulling out some sort of heirloom. It was attached to a thin, brown rope, with a purple rounded gemstone fused to golden markings that somewhat resembled the Smash Ball. Kirby noticed the strange antique charm as the stranger tied the rope around her neck, making it snug enough so it doesn't choke her.

"Poyo?" Kirby asked, pointing at the thing the stranger put around her neck. The brown-skinned woman noticed where the pink puffball was pointing at.

"What? This?" the stranger asked, lifting up the charm. Kirby nodded, seeing as how this thing could be important to her.

"Oh, that," the stranger continued. "I've been carrying that thing ever since… ever since I could remember." Confused, Kirby slowly walked up to the stranger, watching as she sat down on the rock, feeling down.

"You see," the stranger told Kirby, "I have a very severe case of amnesia. I don't remember anything from my past, outside of waking up, cold and naked. This antique charm has been around my neck during that time, and for some reason, I can't part without it, even though I can take it off for personal reasons. I don't even know if I have a name…" Kirby was simply staring at her, wondering what she means if she can't remember anything, not even her name…

"Unless you have a good name to call me by, then I guess it's acceptable, as long as it defines me…" the stranger spoke. Kirby sat down a little and pondered, thinking about a good name for the black-haired, brown-skinned woman he found singing in the middle of a forest. Suddenly, he remembered Sonic talking about the Shadow Bug he found back at the Legacy, how he named it after one of his friends who was supposedly trapped as an Assist Trophy…

"Fa… fa… k… er…" Kirby stammered since he barely knew how to talk. Eventually, after a few seconds of practice, the pink puffball managed to spell it out correctly.

"Faker?" Kirby asked. The woman then sat down, thinking about the name the pink puffball called her. Then, she gave off a smile of approval, thinking that this name could be perfect.

"From now on, you get to call me Faker, okay?" the brown-skinned woman answered. Kirby then nodded, happy that he made a new friend. Kirby then took a small stick, attempting to print his name in a clear area of dirt. Kirby then finished writing his name that he managed to spell out: K-I-R-B-Y. The pink puffball first pointed at the name written in the ground and then pointed to himself so that Faker would notice.

"So your name's Kirby, right?" Faker asked. The pink puffball nodded again in response. Just then, Faker noticed how battered and broken the pink puffball looked.

"Oh my gosh," Faker gasped. "I don't know if I haven't seen before, but you are awfully hurt." Kirby looked at himself, noticing he was covered in the cuts and bruises he forgot he had.

"What happened?" Faker asked. "Did you get lost? A terrible accident?" Kirby then suddenly remembered the true reason why he was crying: because of what happened before the attack. Tears formed in the pink puffball's eyes, and he opened his mouth to drag out the photograph he kept dry inside himself with his stubby arms. Beginning to sob, Kirby handed over Faker the photograph, and the brown-skinned woman took a good look at it. Sure, some of the sides were watered out, but all of Kirby's friends ten years ago were all there.

"Is this the reason you are alone?" Faker asked, noticing Kirby whimper. Taking affection for the pink puffball, the brown-skinned woman knelt down and slowly moved closer.

"I understand," Faker answered, knowing Kirby's pain. "The reason why is because you're broken: both outside and inside. You miss your friends, like something terrible has happened to them." The pink puffball gently nodded, drops of tears rolling down his face.

"Oh, come here, you," Faker replied, holding her arms out. Kirby, sobbing dreadfully, ran into the brown-skinned woman's arms, weeping into her bosom.

"Let it all out," the brown-skinned woman spoke, her voice as sweet as a mother's, hugging Kirby. "You want to find them again. I can try helping you. You just have to believe they're alive…" Kirby then stopped crying after a while, wiping his eyes. The pink puffball nodded, getting up along with Faker.


Meanwhile, in an unknown, darkened area, Galeem was watching through a magical window, watching as Kirby was being comforted by the black-haired, brown-skinned woman he decided to make friends with. With one flick of his wrists, the Seraph of Order summoned forth his new and improved Mii Fighter army, every single one of them darkened in color and standing motionless, placed on a black opal tray. Different Spirits with and without rainbow auras, each one of them blue, green, yellow, and red in color, floated towards the petrified army and possessed each Mii Fighter, breathing life into them again as they moved their limbs. The Miis slowly opened their eyes, each one revealing glowing red irises as they jumped off, kneeling before Galeem. Laughing quietly to himself, Galeem held onto Tabuu's Chains of Light, tugging as the Construct God continued to resist.

"Are you thinking about what each of the fighters said, Tabuu?" Galeem asked.

"Millions of years ago, I wanted to create a world of my own, for the Master Hand of Arcadia is nothing more than a servant," Tabuu answered. "You overthrew me before lying to me that she was alive…" The Seraph of Order slowly levitated towards Tabuu, chuckling.

"But you were merely following orders," Galeem chuckled. "Now that I have arrived, you will know who your true master is around here. Do you understand?" Tabuu slowly nodded, followed by Galeem moving back to his original position. Just then, the glowing red Spirits with rainbow auras floated in as the seraph was watching Kirby being comforted by Faker. These glowing red Spirits involved Sephiroth, Infinite, M. Bison, and Morpho Knight, as well as hundreds of thousands of brand new faces in different colors and many even lacking the rainbow aura never seen before.

"You called us here, master?" Sephiroth asked.

"I summoned you all here for one simple task, and that task is bringing the warrior that summons my downfall to me, dead or alive," Galeem answered.

"We're rooting for you, boss," one of the Spirits spoke. "Now tell us: who's the little guy we get to take care off?"

"Look behind you," Galeem answered. The glowing red Spirits with rainbow auras looked behind themselves, seeing a brown-skinned woman comforting a pink puffball through the magical window.

"The one the woman's comforting is one of the fighters that has passed the Arcadian Master Core's test, going by the name of Kirby," Galeem continued.

"Who?" another Spirit spoke. "That pink puffball? Ha! He could barely even harm a fly!"

"But that pink puffball was the only one out of all his friends to escape my clutches," Galeem spoke. "Thanks to his beliefs that his friends are still out there, he'll regain confidence thanks to that woman he found, rescue his companions, and stop my reign. You are the only servants I can count on to put an end to this." Galeem then flicked his wrists again, and Dracula and a Rathalos walked into the room.

"The only reason why these two weren't transformed into Spirits was that I saw them fit bosses if my slaves fail me," Galeem answered. "For a few things to spice up this battle, I'm sending the only warriors that will be joining the Subspace Army again after a short time." With a snap of his glowing white fingers, a robed man walked into the room. He was coated in peacock feathers and the textures of his robes reflected the design, and the left half of his pale blue face was coated in gold. Alongside the elegant figure, Rayquaza, Rathalos, and Galleon, as well as the Werewolf and King Bulbin, all arrived in the room, fully remade and surrounded by an army of Master Hands floating in the air.

"Should I send in the fighters?" the robed stranger asked, towering with barely enough height to rival Dracula's.

"Of course, Balder," Galeem answered. With the bosses of the Subspace Army dragging forth a huge tray, the Mii Fighter army stood back as they looked at all of the trophies of the fighters. Each one of them looked like they were asleep, but their petrified forms were standing upright, fused to their separate trophy bases and golden rope wrapping around their bodies.

"The Supporters are to be born to follow the Primaries, just like they had always been," Galeem spoke. A swarm of Buckots flew into the air, each one of them not carrying red-hot melted iron but a golden liquid as smooth as honey. The Buckots then poured the golden liquid onto the warrior statues, drizzling them until a gray-colored warrior appeared under them. Once the replicas fell to the ground from the floating trophies, the Buckots created at least seven more for each fighter. After all eight for each fighter was gathered and aligned, rainbow-glowing Spirits all but the red color infused their powers with the False Warriors, giving birth to new life as the replicas opened their eyes to reveal glowing red irises. Each one of the rainbow-aura red Spirits, including Sephiroth, Morpho Knight, M. Bison, and Infinite, then floated to the frozen fighter that they enjoy the best, flying into the stone warriors on the trophy bases.

"Spirits, return to your vessels," the Seraph of Order spoke. A wave of his wrists summoned all of the Smash Balls he gathered from the fighters. A soft blow into each one of the Smash Balls caused them to float to their chosen warriors, infusing with the Spirits within and granting them a body of their own. The Galeem Lock flashed around each fighter's body, the form revealing to be the six wings the Seraph of Order held over his back. Once the ritual was over, the fighters started moving again, their stone shells crumbing off to reveal all of the legendary Arcadian warriors again. However, once they opened their eyes, their irises showed the gleaming red their Supporters bore.

"Thanks to the Galeem Lock, the Spirits with the help of the Smash Balls will now have a much easier chance of taking down Kirby and the Forgotten Resistance," Galeem spoke. Each one of the warriors jumped down from the floating trophy bases, the Spirits possessing the fighters' bodies looking at themselves in awe. Outside of the glowing red irises, it seemed like there really was not much of a difference for each of the warriors.

"The hidden abilities the Primaries still have are located within the Spirit," Galeem continued, the Mii Fighter army walking away from the dark area. "You will all find them in time. Until then, search the land. Separate if you have to. All that matters is that you bring the pink puffball to me so the world of Gallia can be complete." As the Mii Fighter army, darkened and possessed, walked out of the dark area, the Seraph of Order laughed in victory as his own troops from the World of Trophies assembled right before him, the Primaries each with eight of their Supporters. Tabuu, still cuffed and shackled, looked away in shame as he knew the course of action he had taken. Not just himself, but his entire Subspace Army in general, had fallen under the hands of this monster.


Somewhere, in the land of Gallia, Kirby was guiding his new friend Faker out of the forest she was located into a nice, green pasture. Holding the brown-skinned woman's hand in his stubby pink one, the pink puffball looked around, amazed by the new world he and Faker had set foot in. Kirby slowly felt his red, simplified feet sink into the soft grass, looking at the clear blue skies dotted with wave-like clouds. The landscape was humongous too, revealing plains, forests, deserts, islands, volcanic ground, icy wastelands, and futuristic ruins as far as the eye could see. Kirby sighed in grief. How was he going to find all of his friends on this huge planet? Faker then patted the pink puffball's back, knowing it was going to be okay.

"We'll find them," Faker said, looking down on Kirby. "I'm sure we'll find them all. We just have to be patient. That's all we really need…" Suddenly, Kirby heard some rustling in a nearby shrub. The pink puffball looked to his left, noticing that it had just moved. Driven nuts over curiosity, Kirby ran over to the shrub, leaving a confused, black-haired and brown-skinned woman.

"Kirby?" Faker asked. "Where are you going?" The brown-skinned woman followed Kirby into the shrub, watching as he continued deeper into what appeared to be a wild garden. She saw that the pink puffball was attempting to search through the shrub but could not find anything but a spiked ball. Faker noticed that Kirby ran off deeper into the flowery area. Afterward, the two of them had stumbled upon an abandoned greenhouse. The glass roof was dirtied and broken, allowing vines of flowers to climb out like it was a jungle. Flower pots and gardening tools still stood around, untouched by the sands of time as dust collected on them.

"Maybe this was some sort of mistake," Faker asked Kirby, who was still looking around for the noise he had heard. "We should probably go back the way we came…" The pink puffball then suddenly heard another noise, this time coming from within the greenhouse. Pulling out a flaming hammer, Kirby swung the weapon at the locked door, bursting it open from the outside. Once Kirby put away his hammer, he hopped in, seeing what secrets the old building had to offer. After he and Faker slowly walked in, Kirby suddenly noticed lying on top of the greenhouse's rubble was a plant. However, it was not just any plant, as it had a rounded, red-skinned head with white spots, only having a large, pointed mouth with white lips on its front. Its body was a long, green stem, with two stubby roots at the end which supposedly served as feet. Battered and bruised, the plant-like creature lay on top of the debris, growling in pain. Kirby managed to carry the plant by the stem, with Faker stepping outside so that the pink puffball could nurse it back to health.

"Poyo-poyo-po," Kirby said, searching through the gardening tools for something to help the poor creature. The pink puffball managed to pull out a brown flower pot, filling it near the brim with fertilized dirt. Faker then pulled out a hand shovel, digging a little hole in the center. Kirby carried the plant-like creature to the flower pot, helping Faker place its stubby roots in. Once the two of them managed to cover up the plant's bottom, the brown-skinned woman got ahold of a watering can, pushing a pump's handle. Even though the pump was rusted, it still managed to spurt out clean and clear water. After Faker filled the watering can at a certain point, she stopped pumping, with Kirby helping her carry the tool to the wounded plant. After a few seconds of pouring water into the flower pot just right so the dirt was nice and moist, the plant-like creature quickly sprung to life, shrugging off its wounds and sprouting two large leaves at the area of its body closest outside of the flower pot.

The creature began snapping and growling, causing both Kirby and Faker to jump a bit. Its two stubby roots had their tips sticking out from beneath the flower pot, helping the plant to stand up. However, since it was still quickly healing itself, he could only snap at them with its jagged white teeth.

"Geez, that thing is feisty," Faker stammered. "That plant's merely just… biting at us like a piranha. Don't you think so, Kirby?" However, Kirby slowly walked over to the plant-like creature, curious at the thing. The thing snapped and snarled, shrugging off more of its wounds, as Kirby carefully approached the plant-like creature. The pink puffball then slowly placed his stubby hands on the plant-like creature's forehead, trying to calm the carnivorous flower down.

"Poyo-poyo-poyo-poyo, Pi… piranh… ha… Pl… ant?" Kirby stammered, staying self-confident as he kept holding his stubby arms to calm the vicious plant down. The creature was beginning to shake its head, but the pink puffball tried taming it as Faker simply stood back and watched, amazed by how Kirby was handling the new creature they both discovered and saved. Kirby then carefully lifted up the flower pot the carnivorous plant was settling in, showing it to Faker.

"Seems like you made a new friend," Faker said with coincidence. "What do you think you're going to name him?"

"Piranha Plant," Kirby cooed, with the plant-like creature jumping out of the pink puffball's stubby arms with his two leaves. The carnivorous flower snapped and growled at Kirby's answer for a name, nodding for a fact that he seemed to like it.

"You wanna call him Piranha Plant?" Faker asked. "I honestly don't see anything wrong with that…" Piranha Plant then growled friendly, knowing not only was it defined as a "him", but he was also given a name for the first time. Just then, the Piranha Plant suddenly perked its head, twisting towards a direction he heard. The carnivorous flower started growling and biting at said direction, and both Kirby and Faker noticed where he was looking at. The Piranha Plant then started moving with its two stubby roots hiding underneath the flower pot, walking past the abandoned greenhouse into the darker side of the area. After Kirby and Faker stopped following the Piranha Plant, the trio discovered they were somewhere in the wild garden where the flowers looked much darker in color and the sun did not shine as much. That was when the brown-skinned woman and the pink puffball found the carnivorous plant lurching down, snarling at something. Kirby moved the Piranha Plant aside by pushing his flower pot, eager to see what is it that ticked the plant-like creature. There, on the ground, without any sudden notice, was merely a small flower with a face. He had a green stem with yellow petals, and he had one of the most adorable smiles you could find.

"Poyo?" Kirby asked the Piranha Plant. While the carnivorous plant was snapping and growling, Faker grabbed the two fighters and pulled them close to her. The yellow-petaled flower just stood there, acting merely harmless.

"Oh, hi," the flower spoke with a rather high-pitched voice. Both Kirby and Piranha Plant both walked away from the brown-skinned woman, alarmed by this talking plant.

"My name's Flowey," the small flower said as he introduced himself. "You're probably wondering what I'm doing here. Well, you seem curious about where you're at."

"We're talking to a flower," Faker whispered to herself. "Either we must be on the wrong side of the planet or I'm completely numb."

"Rules can change here in the newfound planet of Gallia, the World of Spirits," Flowey spoke. "Only a select few are assigned to keep their bodies once Lord Galeem says so." Kirby rubbed his cuddly pink face, confused by all this, since Flowey didn't really have a glowing, semi-transparent body. Piranha Plant, on the other hand, merely barred his jagged teeth, growling.

"What's this guy's problem?" Flowey asked, turning his attention towards the plant-like fighter. Faker then grabbed Piranha Plant's flower pot, trying to calm the carnivorous flower down.

"It looks like he doesn't trust you," the brown-skinned warrior answered for the Piranha Plant. "The rest of us are not really sure, since you don't look all that harmless…"

"I completely understand," Flowey spoke, Kirby speculating the strange talking flower.

"You see," Flowey continued, "I get so lonely sometimes, since I'm rooted to the ground and never really go anywhere. So barely anyone visits me. I just like to answer a simple question: would you like to be my friend?" Kirby kept looking at the small flower, pondering with an answer as he scratched his head. He then looked at the snarling Piranha Plant in Faker's arms, confused.

"I don't know if we should really trust you," Faker answered. "Besides, we just met, we don't know anything about you, and already Piranha Plant is snarling with no reason. I get it that he probably can't talk…"

"Come on!" Flowey objected. "I've been so lonely ever since I was just a seed. The least you could do is accept me into your little group…" Kirby then looked at the Piranha Plant, who was still snarling and biting, trying to squirm out of Faker's arms. The pink puffball then instantly remembered the reason why he and the brown-skinned woman found the carnivorous flower in the first place. The fact that the Piranha Plant was wounded answered everything: this area was a trap. Kirby, terror on his face, stammered and turned his head towards Faker and the Piranha Plant. Terrified, Kirby ran towards the brown-skinned woman and grabbed her hand, making her drop the carnivorous plant as it quickly sprung up again. The pink puffball, with all the strength that remained from those terrible wounds, attempted to drag Faker out of here.

"What is your problem, Kirby?" Faker asked, the Piranha Plant running towards the pink puffball. When Flowey heard the brown-skinned woman call the fighter Kirby, his lips curled into a deviating smile, knowing something the other three didn't. Once Faker turned her head towards Flowey, the small flower then put on his usual smile again, pretending like nothing happened.

"Excuse us for a brief moment," Faker chuckled, watching as both the Piranha Plant and Kirby were dragging the brown-skinned woman by the arms away from Flowey back to the abandoned greenhouse.

"Hey!" Flowey called out. "Where you going? Don't leave me all alone!" When the trio were just reaching to the nearest shrub in the lighter side of the garden, a thorny vine instantly stuck out from the ground, slashing. Faker was scared out of her wits, holding onto the heirloom around her neck, while both Kirby and Piranha Plant turned around to see Flowey again. He was looking down on the mossy forest floor, a demon's smile on his face.

"You… don't want to be my friend…?" Flowey asked, this time in a raspy voice. Both the two fighters and Faker were trembling at the small yet dangerous-looking flower, his yellow, rounded petals suddenly shifting into a sharpened form. Flowey's roots then forced themselves out of the ground, allowing the small flower to crawl towards the tiny group of adventurers. Black, void-like eyes shined through Flowey's face as thorns and smaller flowers instantly popped out on his stem. The demonic flower was then growing larger in size, eventually becoming so tall that he was literally towering over them.

"Not that it really matter with your decision," Flowey continued, with Faker trembling and both Kirby and Piranha Plant looking at the monster, ready to attack.

"I also forgot to tell you: I was assigned by Lord Galeem to look for a certain pink puffball named Kirby, one of which was looking for his friends to bring them back and overthrow our Gallian leader," Flowey continued in that raspy voice of his. "Which is why I ask you again: will you be my friend?"

"Attempt to take this poor creature against my will?" Faker objected, holding on tight to Kirby. "Use him so that your lord and his followers can dominate this planet? No! We will never be your friends!"

"Are you sure…?" Flowey asked, tilting his head. "You know you are rejecting me, and you know how much I hunger for rejection. You can say it feeds me, gives me strength..." With a laughter that can scare even the most terrifying of monsters out of Tartarus, Flowey, with a deep breath, blew a swarm of white pellets around the adventurers, surrounding them with nowhere to go, not even above is safe. Faker, Piranha Plant, and Kirby were trapped.

"DIE…" Flowey growled, causing the pellets to close in on the trio. Just when it was all over for them, a blast of aqua-colored lightning surrounded the pellets and instantly disintegrated them with a small explosion. Kirby, Piranha Plant, and Faker then looked around, noticing there was something that disrupted Flowey's attack.

"What!?" Flowey snarled. Just before he was about to react, a white-coated wolf with flaming markings on her coat jumped in, biting through the tough skin in Flowey's stem. Just when the demonic flower tried shaking the white wolf off, she then hopped alongside the three adventurers, pulling out a strange, mystical paintbrush from her back, which was protected by some sort of stone plate with ancient markings. Jumping high into the air, the white-coated wolf with flame markings painted a horizontal line in mid-air, which instantly attacked Flowey with a mighty slash. As soon as the demonic flower stumbled back upon himself, some sort of wise magician walked up next to the white-coated wolf. This strange being resembled a lot like a Mii, with the long, gray hair, green eyes, gray glasses and all, resembling an elderly person. Her hooded robe was thick and white, fading into blue and/or turquoise on the ends of her arms, legs, and hood's inside. She was carrying a jeweled staff coated in silver, spreading her arms out with an angry expression on her face and generating aqua-colored lightning, standing half as tall as Faker.

"You leave these travelers alone!" the sage spoke, with the white-coated wolf growling alongside her and wielding the paintbrush she used to attack Flowey. Kirby, Piranha Plant, and Faker were shocked by what just happened, and they simply stood back and watched a robed sage teaming up with a white-coated wolf with mystical, godlike powers, the both of them fighting against a demonic flower.

"Hmph," Flowey growled, looking at Kirby with soulless eyes. "You may have one this round, kid, but I'll be back, and it ain't gonna be pretty!" Burying back into the ground, Flowey vanished from the area, and the adventuring trio were surprised by what happened. Both the wolf and the sage turned towards Piranha Plant, Faker, and Kirby, recognizing who they saved.

"You… you helped us," Faker stammered. "Who even are you two?"

"Where are my manners?" the sage answered. "I go by a lot of names, but you can simply call me the Great Sage. The wolf by my side is Amaterasu, reincarnation of the mythical goddess of the sun on her planet." The white-coated wolf stretched in a downward arch, her flame-like markings flowing across her fur, yawning after that intense battle with Flowey.

"So you must be the pink puffball all of Gallia is searching for at this point," the Great Sage spoke, pointing her staff at Kirby. "You have to be careful next time, for there are many traps set across the planet, ready to capture you when you least expect it…" Faker then suddenly noticed both the Great Sage and Amaterasu were semi-transparent and lacking the rainbow aura, but they were still Spirits, nonetheless. The Great Sage was green all over, and Amaterasu was a bright yellow.

"You're both… Spirits?" Faker asked.

"Of course we are," the Great Sage answered, stroking the white-coated wolf's mane. "However, we are completely different as we are just plain Spirits. Even though we can pass through solid objects, we can also interact with this world at will. We also noticed the main reason why that Piranha Plant was wounded was because of the one who introduces himself as Flowey." The Great Sage then suddenly noticed the sky growing darker, watching as a black-red storm-cloud formed in the sky.

"Come on," the Great Sage said, grabbing Kirby by her left arm. "There's no time to explain everything. We have to head back to our base when the Shadow Bugs rain from above." Amaterasu used her muzzle to bite and hold onto Piranha Plant's flower pot, carrying the fighter towards the Great Sage, who was running towards a different direction from the abandoned greenhouse. Faker then suddenly noticed the Shadow Bugs raining from up above, running towards the two fighters and Spirits.

"Wait up for me!" the black-haired, brown-skinned woman called out, adjusting her takini uniform and tightening up the charm around her neck a bit as she ran back to the group.