Minimus holds the Rodimus Star with the tips of his fingers on the edges to reduce contact. He starts with the bottom of the medal, alternating between wiping the surface with the damp cloth and tilting it towards the light to illuminate any sticky residue.

"If the sky is an indication of our likelihood of defeating Bahamut and Empress Ramaa, then this normal color is reassuring. The state of the world is not as poor as it had been the first time we experienced it." There was a scratch. Minimus adjusts his hold on the napkin to get into the narrow passage. "With assistance from the natives of this planet, our changes are higher than zero for once"

He checks his progress. A million-to-on chance is still poor, but it allows for some leeway to victory.

"I am unsure how the Legendary Eidolons are meant to play a role. Do we expect them to fight Bahamut for us?"