The sky is dark. The clouds are hardy to be seen under the veil of darkness. The Pokemon is awaken. The Pokemon is alive. The Pokemon is angry. Cyrus smiles. The huge pilars around him fell on the ground with a loud sound. Who cares. Two portals appear in frond of him, two gates that surpass time and space. He can hear their cries, the Legendaries are there. They can't escape. Behind him, Team Plasma is dead silent. They can not believe that their dreams are coming true, that their world is being created. A new world, better than this one, brighter than every region.
Dialga's head appears from the dimensional hole while Palkia rises from his portal simmulatly. Their roars are full of anger. That is what Team Plasma need. The fury that originates from the two Legendaries hearts will forge the new world they seek. A wave of power runs across the sky. It has started. It can't be stopped. Cyrus laughs. He hears the footsteps behind him. Of course someone stupid will try to stop them. They just don't understand. Team Plasma's boss turns around accompanied with the roars of the Legendaries. Cynthia stands at the entrance of Spear Pillar. Next to her, a young trainer and his friend are staring at the powerful Pokemons.
"Stop right there!" shouts Jupiter. Cyrus smiles. He turns again and rises his arms to Palkia and Dialga. Team Plasma will eliminate its guest without him. Jupiter and Mars walk to the young trainers. Sooner or later, their goal will be achieved. They just need to buy time. "Go, Bronzor!" the two women say and they trow their Poke Balls at the same time. A double battle against the Elite of Team Plasma. Their opponents don't stand a chance.
"Dialga, use Roar of Time! Palkia, use Spacial Rend!" Cyrus orders. A huge wave of power bursts from the Temporal Pokemon's mouth. Its tail stretches, the diamond on its chest glows full of power. The Spatial Pokemon's arm glows surrounded by a mysterious aura. A massive brown ray rushes from its arm, breaking the laws of Space. More pillars crush on each other and fell on the ground. A scream sounds behind Cyrus. He does not turn. He recognizes the voice. The two trainers have lost against Mars and Jupiter. Team Plasma is just too strong for amateurs.
Cynthia does a step ahead. The two young trainer watch her closely. They understand the importance of their failure. Cynthia keeps walking when suddenly, she stops. The big golden square shines under her feet. She rises the flute and her lips touch the cold end of the ancient instrument.
Her last hope. The world's last chance.
The notes echoes around Spear Pillar. The only peaceful sound in this hell.