Chapter 1: Undefeated

The last generation awakens.

Hurry.

The world... is ending.

It was a dull place of simple gray and white. The rough ceiling covered the entire rocky terrain, its huge boulders serving as challenging climbs, the slippery rocks moistened by the melting snow. The sunlight can never hope to penetrate through this deep rocky jungle, almost as if it had been forsaken, with the air cold and numbing to the skin. The weak have their remains littered around the rugged corners, while the strong could barely scrape by.

Despite how frigid and miserable it gets, through the winding tunnels, there is always something that is deservedly for those who triumph over the mountain. The only area permitted for the exposure to light, was where the strongest resides. Only the mightiest of the mountain can stay up there and reign over the harsh nature.

And the current king is a simple fifteen-year-old human boy. Young, one might say, and certainly remotely unbelievable for him to be the strongest. Yet he had conquered it, and he was merely passing his day by, the teenager staring up at the dull grayish ceiling he had always stared at. His chest heaved up and down as he breathed, the smell of ripe berries wafting up his nose.

The little volcanic activity left within the mountain provided a blessed warmth for the king, and scarce rays of sunlight would encourage plant growth. The spring formed from melting snow served as a water source for the trainer and his team, while an area outside of the cave room was fortunately warm enough to continuously melt the snow and ice that comes hailing down mercilessly every other day, carving out a small stream and a large pond where fishes lived harmoniously with nature. For him, this was plenty enough, almost luxurious, for survival.

Letting out a short yawn, the boy pushed a fraying baseball cap over his face as he attempted to catch a snooze. The cap was reduced to a pitiful pink hue, the glorious shade of crimson it once had all weathered away. Even his clothes screamed of rags, blood, and tatters, with his vest and scarf already breaking down into threads and bits. The pair of jeans he was wearing were roughed up pretty badly, with a few tears at the hem, and a poorly mended hole at the right kneecap. A conqueror without the right clothing. But he paid no heed to appearances.

Three years ago, he achieved his ambition of being the Indigo League Champion, the strongest in Kanto. He completed the Pokédex, a feat worthy of mention, for he had once owned all Pokémon found in the Kanto region at the young age of eleven. He never lost a battle ever since he held that pompous position, earning him an extravagant title: the Undefeated Champion.

Yet he wasted away for a year with all the meaningless bouts of one-hit KOs, experiencing the torturous lifestyle of a battling machine during his Champion days. He retired from the title after tolerating everything for a full year, the adolescent lethargic of being in the centre of attention. He hated the expectations, the attention, the boring battles that were hurled at him and finally, enough of everything, he ran away.

He had thoughts of going back home, to that house in Pallet Town. But whenever he remembered the bad memories of getting swamped by crowds, he shunned the idea away, again and again, and soon it slipped away from his mind.

Up here, he was accompanied by his able team of six: Pikachu, Espeon, Charizard, Venusaur, Blastoise, and Snorlax. The group trained tirelessly up on the mountain every day, and never once did they complain about it.

Suddenly, a loud growl rang out and the teenager dragged his cap off his face, staring at the ceiling with a tired expression. Attempting to sit up, he felt a fluffy yellow mess curled up on his abdomen and he smiled softly. He carefully picked up his snoozing buddy and gently placed Pikachu on the rocky ground. Now that he observed, his whole team was sleeping like pigs after the long training hours.

His head throbbed all of a sudden, and he winced. These headaches had been coming on and off these past few months, and the boy had no idea what was wrong with himself.

Red.

He could hear that hallucinatory voice again. Annoying, he groaned. He does not know who, or what was causing this. He could only hope that it is not a sign that it is him going insane.

Deciding to go outside and clear his mind, Red left the cave. He gingerly crossed the terrain, the cold wind blowing at him, and he shivered just slightly.

Footsteps crunching, brittle soil crackling and suddenly, he lurched forward, his body feeling strangely heavy. He gasped, cold sweat rolling down his neck, while his heart palpitated wildly, an unbearable heat enveloping him. He clutched his head that throbbed painfully.

Red.

The same voice spoke inside his head. As if it was from a distant past, from a deep abyss within himself.

Twenty-two cards.

His knees went weak, and losing his balance, he fell towards a spherical and green plated rock. A loud thud onto the queer boulder made him winced in pain and he got a glimpse of furious red eyes glaring straight at him. He tried to fight the pain that was burning him from the inside, breathing heavily while realizing the huge blunder he just made.

Red. The voice reverberated in his head

The rock sphere shook violently and spun on the spot, scratching the boy's arms with its rough surface, and soon it revealed its limbs and head. It stared down coldly at the human child beneath it, its face red with anger. Red tried to hold onto his consciousness, while the Golem rolled itself up and charged towards the boy.

A devastating and crushing blow was sent to his abdomen, digestive juices squirming in pain in his stomach. He felt a mix of blood and saliva in his mouth, while the Golem rolled onto his bones, sending sickening cracks in his left arm and shoulder. The boy's eyes stared at the cold grey ceiling as he laid there, intense waves of pain came attacking everywhere, and with a mouthful of blood, he screamed his lungs out. His body was burning and nothing connected to his skeleton.

This unprecedented level of pain was one he had never experience before, and his mind started shutting down, his screams growing fainter by the second. The Golem shot itself up into the air, getting ready to finish off the helpless king of the mountain. The boy's vision blurred steadily, his heart thumping painfully, the agonizing pain still spreading throughout his body. He could barely hear the voice, that had been saying some things for a while now, yet he could no longer scream nor understand whatever was going on, as he awaited his death.

Number Zero, The Fool.

Red whited out.

Hibiki Ethan ascended the steep slopes, his muscles all tensed. The boy was dressed in a simple red-white jacket, baggy Bermudas, and rather worn-out sneakers. He should have worn warmer clothing, or at the very least, a pair of long pants that could cover his knees. The air was stinging, his freezing sweat making him feel colder than ever. His favorite black-gold cap was covered with a thin film of frost, and even the tuft of fringe that jutted out of his cap was hardened, like an icicle hanging down from his head. The temperatures were cold like death, and it was at least negative nine degrees up here. His recklessness propelled him to dive into Mt Silver without prior planning and now he was becoming frozen meat.

His gold eyes went shut as a crisp gale swept by him, biting his skin as he shuddered. He'd reckoned that he can make through this natural maze, but with these shivery temperatures, his body can only hold up for at max, five hours. Maybe he could scout around the terrain, before going back to the nearest city to spend his cash on a woolly coat and pants. His main mission up here was to find that person.

To find the Undefeated Champion called Red.

It had been tough to reach here. He had to defeat the eight Johto Gym Leaders, followed by the Elite Four and Lance, then the Gym Leaders of Kanto, and now the summit is all that is left for him to imprint his mark.

Ethan trudged on, banged into a few walls of rock, ended up at dead ends and stumbled into wild and vicious Pokémon. He went through twists and turns, and finally, his five-hour limit was up.

"I swear I will find him...," muttered Ethan as he pushed the scarf up, his nose and ears red from the biting cold. He glared at the snow-white rocks and boulders before him, before he reluctantly grumbled and turned around, finally deciding that it was enough hiking for one day.

Espeon, where are you going? Pikachu called out, as he noticed the feline heading outside. Where does she plan to go, when Red was already in such a perilous situation?

Days ago, they were shocked awake by his ear-splitting screams and had rushed over in time to avoid further damage caused by the Golem. It was truly unexpected, considering that it was rare for Red to be this careless. None of them understood how he got injured, but the whole team could only feel a sense of dread and guilt, for none of them was by his side when he was attacked. His bones were badly broken, and they will have to go to a hospital for treatment. However, they won't be able to properly bring him to the hospital, since the team members were either too big or too small to carry their trainer down the mountain.

It might be possible if Espeon uses Teleport, but the feline confessed that she would not dare to use Teleport on an injured human being, lest it caused further damage to his body. And now, his teammate was going off wandering again.

I've got something to do. Take care of Red.

She skipped off, and Pikachu then stole a glance at his trainer, whose complexion was as pale as ever. He did not know what she plans to do, whether Red will survive, whether they will have to go back. Questions left unanswered, the yellow mouse went to join the sleeping Red and the rest of his teammates.

Espeon, on the other hand, continued to descend down the rocky boulders, moving straight and finally she nimbly jumped up a stack of rocks, perching herself at the top. This was her favorite and most strategic spot, where she could get a full view of the mountain's ground level. Her purple eyes glinted as she stared at the moving figure that was darting around the place.

This human child had been quite persistent and had continued to search for Red for four days straight, and she had been tracking him all the while. Tracking was not hard for a Psychic Pokémon like herself, and neither was it hard to know exactly what he was doing. Espeon started twitching her ears as she used her psychic powers, scanning the whole area. The red jewel on her forehead glowed, and within her mind, a whole map of the mountain was slowly piecing up.

Espeon hissed when she realized that slowly but surely, the trainer will achieve his goal. From her observations, he is strong as a trainer, albeit being stupidly reckless, and yet has really good instincts. It was pure luck and coincidence for him to be here right after Red got injured. Even so, to her, she knows one thing: this child is poison to Red.

She does not know his reason for finding Red, nor does she know what he will do if he finds Red injured. The chances of him going to harm her trainer, physically or mentally, was high. She did not need him to save Red. Neither will Red want this boy to save him. All her trainer wanted, was to be alone, and never go back to that place. Even she herself was tired of where the humans mingled, where her teammates and her trainer were treated like idols and machines, whose sole purpose was to battle and battle all day.

Her trainer was afraid to return. Afraid that if he went back, he would never be the same again. Not the carefree trainer he wanted to be, but the Champion that was constantly stuck in that cold place devoid of emotions.

She will fend him off, and make sure he will never set foot on their territory ever again. Then she stole one last look at the child, before dashing down the rough rocks, finally disappearing into a small tunnel.

"Damn!" Ethan yelled as he flexed his muscles, his legs pedaling for his life, breath fogging into mist in large amounts. Arching his back forward, he tried to gain speed while fighting against the strong winds. His throat was parched, while his hands trembled from the cold as he gripped desperately onto the bike handles. There was something chasing after him, with killing intent, and now here he was trying to escape from his mysterious pursuer.

Chest constricted by the many layers of clothing, Ethan unzipped his thick winter jacket, panting heavily. And finally, he pedaled up to a higher level and cycled on before he felt himself cycling in mid-air.

Cycling in mid-air?

In that instant, he felt his whole body getting pulled down by gravity, his bicycle crashing onto the downhill slope, body rocketing headfirst towards the ground. Ethan snapped his eyes shut as he readied himself for impact.

Nothing came.

Ethan blinked his eyes open, his breath all normal, no scratches, no bruises. The air was a lot thinner and colder, the surroundings blanketed with thick snow. He was not lying on the ground, and instead, he was standing on his own two feet, every part of his body intact. His bicycle had disappeared while a flight of stairs made of rock loomed before him.

His back-stepped a little, his eyes looking at the edge of the narrow path, and he suppressed the nervous lump in his throat. Proven by the impossibly steep ledges on the opposite sides of the pathways, there was no mistake that he ended up on the summit, the sky full of snowflakes that shimmered in the blinding sunlight. He took a handful of snow and rubbed it in between his fingers, pinched his cheeks, checked his backpack, and yes, everything felt real.

He turned around to check if the pursuer was still present, but the ominous presence was gone. Heaving a sigh of relief, the boy gazed upwards. If this is the summit, there ought to be a certain somebody up there. The boy breathed in the freezing air, his lungs shivering, his heart palpitating wildly. Eyes flashing with excitement, Ethan ascended up the rocky stairs.

Then he spotted a figure, a tall one. Ethan quickened his steps, his eyes sparkling in wonder, and soon he managed to make out the figure's features. A back-facing male with unkempt raven black hair who wore a red vest with the white collar turned up, as well as a scraggy pair of jeans. His red-white baseball cap could have been blown away by the gusts of wind had not the male held it down firmly on his head.

The person turned his head slightly to take a glance at the visitor, revealing a pale colored face with scarlet rubies. Those crimson red eyes burned into Ethan's gold ones as the younger boy gripped onto his bag's shoulder strap tightly, his hands trembling with exhilaration. And Ethan found himself grinning broadly as he stepped forward, his eyes full of determination and zeal. Staring at him, he stared back.

Under the icy conditions, the male stood upright, as if he had been waiting for eternity, for someone to make it this far. Matching the freezing temperatures of the surroundings, those eyes gave Ethan a cold yet burning look.

Ethan loosened his grip on the shoulder strap and sank his right hand into his pockets, fingers wrapping around a small Pokéball. Then he slid the round device out, pressing the white button twice, and the Pokéball enlarged itself. Thrusting his right arm out, adrenaline coursing through his vessels, he announced loudly, "My name is Ethan! As the current champion of Johto, I challenge you,"

"Red, the Undefeated Champion!"

A bleak wind passed by the silent arena, more and more snow tumbling from the clouds as if trying to cool down the intense atmosphere going on between the two teenagers. Ethan huffed as he brought his scarf higher to his chin. In this battle, it was not only a battle between Pokémon; the trainers themselves had to continuously fight against nature. The pure whiteness of the surroundings made everywhere looked impossibly bright, and Ethan struggled to see how Red was faring under the raw temperatures.

"Umbreon, return."

The Dark-type was reduced to a red flash and zigzagged its way back to the Pokéball. And similarly, the Psychic Eeveelution that belonged to Red went back to its own Pokéball. The previous matchup was certainly exhilarating, and that Espeon had impressed the young boy. Despite facing the Dark-type Umbreon, Red's Espeon was quick on its feet, gracefully dodging almost every Dark Pulse Umbreon sent over and had successfully dealt damage to its opponent with multiple Returns. In the end, both fell at the same time, resulting in a double KO. But Ethan was aware that if he did not have the type advantage, there was no doubt that he will lose. And he got to admit, the title of Undefeated Champion was no joke. Fighting power alone, Red's team might just be the strongest out of all the trainers he had battled before.

And the most unbelievable thing was that this older boy before him had never uttered a single battle command, at all. Ethan managed to get a glimpse of his commanding tactics, in which Red used signals to communicate. Normally, Ethan might have been able to read these signals, but his opponent utilized the poor visibility to his advantage, so it was almost impossible to predict what was coming next. His opponent's Pokémon was completely in sync with their trainer and had no unnecessary movements or whatsoever.

But Ethan was not falling behind either when whether it was by luck or ability, he and his Pokémon somehow scuffed through and won against some of their opponent's Pokémon.

Meanwhile, Ethan grasped his last Pokéball firmly, while he felt the goosebumps on his arms and the missing moisture in his mouth. Unsure whether this was fear or excitement, he made out the blurry movements of Red, who was taking out his own last Pokéball and then, came the Alarum bell.

"Come out, Typhlosion!"

"...Pikachu."

The two Pokéballs were thrown in a straight line, and time seemed to stand still as a tiny spark lit up the moment the capsules came into contact with each other, and at that moment, their covers opened, white flashes of light emerging from the Pokéball. Time then seemed to speed up instantly, as a Pikachu and a Typhlosion banged the arena.

A hurl of commands, moves, and action was exchanged in between the two high leveled creatures. Pikachu drove into and out of the thick snow, springing surprise attacks, having no sign of exhaustion. Typhlosion unleashed his own fiery attacks, melting the thick snow in a rush of fireworks, ice blasting from the various explosions. The two weaved in and out, clashed, dodged and by far, this is the most scarily interesting battle Ethan had ever fought.

The last clash arrived with a spark of fire and lightning into the snowy sky. The snow surrounding them shattered and created a cloud of smoke and mist mixed within. Ethan held his breath, as he waited for everything to become clearer.

No type advantage, but purely combat skills and experience all put to test, and everything will be decided.

A large dark figure laid motionless on the ground, not at all budging, the flaming fire on its neck dying down. His expectations halved as Ethan prayed that it could at least end as a double knock-out. Instead, the truth hit him hard, as he witnessed the yellow creature running in the opposite direction. Sinking onto his knees, Ethan knew one thing:

He had lost. His winning streak utterly destroyed.

Ethan gritted his teeth, then picking himself up and rushing to his buddy's side. He skidded to a stop right next to Typhlosion and crouching down, Ethan patted the Pokémon's head and gave a solemn smile, for he has not experienced the bitter taste of defeat for so long.

The younger boy then looked down at his teammate, his hands running across Typhlosion's bristling fur, and then he caressed his neck, tears welling up in the boy's eyes. But before those tears could fall, Ethan stopped when he realized something was missing. Questions started popping into his head as the boy checked again and again, but there was no mistake that something was wrong. Right from the start.

Maybe he did not really notice during the battle due to his hotheadedness, but now that he thought about it, Red's Pokémon had been too...

...Unnatural.

Ethan knows that his gut feeling was telling him something, and the boy paused as he tried to connect the dots. Remembering how Red had commanded his Pokémon, the boy gave a quick gasp. Poor visibility, to his advantage...

How did his Pokémon even managed to see his commands if there is so much snowing?

This question made Ethan think further, even though he wasn't the type to use his head. Blinking his eyes in surprise, the boy stood up and gazed at the figure behind the curtain of snowflakes and hail. Red's crimson eyes shined through, staring at the younger boy with never-dying intensity.

Ethan exhaled a deep breath and returned Typhlosion to his Pokéball. The Johto Champion then trudged across the thick wintry ground, getting nearer to Red. Standing before him, Ethan confirmed that the Undefeated Champion was indeed tall, and he could see his face clearer than ever. Red had an icy expression, and the most important thing was that the older boy appeared perfectly fine, as if he was completely immune to the cold.

With a forced smile, Ethan held out his hand.

"That was a great battle."

Red did not seem to react to his handshake and merely gave a nod, his eyes starting to fill with anxiety. And that was the last thing Ethan needed to assure that he had guessed correctly.

"Hey, who are you?"

The person glared at Ethan, and the boy returned it with a more fearsome glower of his golden eyes. The imposter backed away hastily but was too slow when the younger trainer's hands balled into a fist that went past the phantom, and immediately, the scenery swirled and warped. In that instant, he lost his footing and found himself falling into the disappearing white space.

Aching pain that spread throughout his body gave him the indication that at long last, he was back to reality. He laid flat on the ground, his bicycle badly dented. He groaned and rubbed his sore bruises, and then glanced at the downhill slope behind him. The boy sat up, dusted away the soil and snow on his clothes before he gave an irked look at the espeon that had appeared from behind the boulders.

You're not half bad.

He then patted his hair into the right places, and swiftly picked up his fallen cap.

How did you know?

"You made Red too artificial, and more importantly," Ethan reasoned. "You missed out the scar on Typhlosion's neck."

Hmm, I see, that was my mistake.

"What happened to Red?"

Espeon, startled, fixated her gaze on the human boy, not comprehending how in the world did he know that Red was in danger.

"Well, if Red isn't in danger, why would you go such lengths to do something like trapping me in an illusion?"

Giving a snarl, Espeon bared her canines. She cut off the telepathy line and attempted to escape, when suddenly a curtain of darkness draped around her, and immediately thousands of sinister eyeballs popped open, the many pupils sloshing left and right like those in a gruesome horror movie. Espeon's nerves paralyzed as cold shivers went down her spine like frost from hell. And right before her, in the midst of the midnight, a pair of eyes with searing sclerose stared at her amethyst ones. The umbreon prowled towards her, as it gave a low growl. And right behind her, was none other than the human boy.

"Yeah, you won't be able to escape with Mean Look trapping you here, now just tell-"

Hissing menacingly, Espeon's fur stood on end as she blindly charged towards the umbreon, letting loose a strong Return, the white flash of energy missing the dark-type by a few millimeters. But there was no time for Ethan to feel relieved when the attack was actually meant to slash open the dark curtains. A vertical opening was created and Espeon rushed to escape from the jaws of the eerie umbreon, when a pair of hands grabbed her by the abdomen. Giving a yelp, Espeon struggled to free herself from Ethan's grasps, the boy surprised at her aggressiveness.

"I'm not here to harm Red! I can help you!" He yelled. Espeon glared at him, and after establishing a new telepathy line, she yelled back in his mind.

Then promise me you will keep his return a secret!

Ethan widened his eyes, stunned by the loud voice in his mind. Gazing into Espeon's eyes, he gave a few nods and commanded his umbreon to undo the confinement move. Espeon squirmed out of his hands and cocked her head towards a certain direction, gesturing Ethan to follow her. The boy gave an enthusiastic nod and hurriedly kept his bicycle, while his umbreon went back inside his own Pokéball. Then, Ethan frantically ran after Espeon.

He was finally going to meet him.

His head peeked out to get a quick look at the interior, and immediately, he was awed by what greeted him. He could distinctively see the many beams of sunlight penetrating the thick ceiling, the radiance scattering everywhere. Unlike the chilly temperatures outside, this place was warm enough for Ethan to remove his thick winter clothing. The room was large with a dome-shaped ceiling, the many stalagmites, and stalactites all columns of great height. Moss, grass and berry trees lined the area, and there was even a tiny spring where water flowed out like a tap. Finally, a make-shift tent laid slump in the far left corner of the small room.

A loud meow broke Ethan out of his reverie, and he hastily looked forward, Espeon beckoning him to come over. He saw the majestic team of six he had battled in the fantasy arena and golly, they looked powerful. All the Pokémon except for Espeon were glaring at him, agitated and disconcerted. The large Kanto starters and the giant Snorlax were shuffling about in a horizontal line as if forming a barrier to prevent him from going through. Ethan felt a sudden vibration in his sling bag and flipped the cover open, and six bright lights streaked out, his Pokémon materializing on the spot. His own team of six had forced out of their Pokéballs when they perceived the impending threat.

Typhlosion, Ampharos, Tyranitar, Lapras, Umbreon, and Togekiss. The two opposite sides glared and growled at each other, animosity brewing in between. Realizing that there was no need for a fight, Lapras, Togekiss, and Ampharos slowly approached the frantic Espeon and sided by the feline. The psychic type glowed purple, swiftly setting up telepathy lines to the remaining nine individuals, including Ethan, while Red was still dozing behind the "barrier", oblivious to the intense situation. The moment the lines connected, both sides erupted with words in their heads.

Espeon! What's the meaning of this? Why did you bring the intruder here!

No! I-

What's the bloody hell is wrong with you? You wanna fight, huh?

Listen! We need to-

You people leave the mountain this instant! Leave us alone!

What!? We're here to help and that's how you treat us?

"Shut up!"

All Pokémon present halted their bickering abruptly as they all turned towards Ethan, his rebellious gold eyes burning, shoulders tensing up as he clenched his fist. Finally, he yelled, "All those voices in my head is so goddamn annoying! That's why I never liked Psychic-types..." He pouted at the last bit, a vexed expression lining his face. The rest all quietened down, with Venusaur motioning Espeon to explain the situation. She stood in between the opposite parties and projected her voice into all their minds.

We have to leave. Red won't survive at this rate.

Blastoise sighed, while Charizard got ready to protest before Snorlax covered the dragon's muzzle with his huge paws. Confused with what Espeon just said, Ethan broke the silence.

"Hey! What happened to Red?"

The Pokémon before him exchanged glances and unanimously parted a path for Ethan, revealing the person they had been trying to protect all this time.

Lying on the cold hard ground, he looked exactly like the person he saw in the illusion. The one difference was the paleness of his cheeks, which was as white as the waning moon, his limbs all limp like a doll. Ethan stepped forward, sweat dripping profusely from his forehead when he witnessed the perilous condition Red was in.

He then knelt down carefully, gingerly pressed down his index and middle fingers onto the trainer's wrist, and felt the weak pulsations of his heart. Gritting his teeth, his gold eyes shot a glare at Pikachu, who hastily looked away, knowing that it was partly their fault that Red had ended up this way. Ethan would have reprimanded them when suddenly a weak voice called out.

"... Who.. are you?"

The younger boy swiftly turned back to gaze into dead eyes of blood red, the Undefeated Champion taking short breaths as he tried to speak. Ethan pursed his lips and sighed, as he waved Lapras to come over.

"Stay still."

Immediately, the dying trainer shook his head as he gasped, beads of perspiration rolling down his cheeks as he continued to tolerate the pain. Red shook his head in total defiance, the older boy almost begging. "...Please... don't take me... back there..."

Ethan froze, not knowing how to respond to him. Pursuing his lips, he snapped his fingers, commanding Lapras to use Sing, and soon a soothing melody dragged the reluctant trainer into a deep sleep.

"All of you, go back to your Pokéballs."

His team of six complied and returned to their Pokéballs, while Red's team trudged back to their Pokéballs which had been left lying in a corner for ages. Then Ethan called out.

"Espeon, can you use Teleport?"

I'm afraid not. With him being this injured, I don't want to risk it.

"Never mind, I'll think of something."

Espeon slinked away and returned to her own Pokéball, while Ethan wondered how he should leave this place without injuring the older boy further. In the end, he went with piggybacking, using an elastic rope to secure the hurt Red onto his back. Making sure that they left nothing, Ethan uncoiled another Escape Rope and soon he whizzed out of Mt Silver, with Red on his back.

He will save him.

No matter what it takes.