The Ghost of the New World
It was dark. Unnerving. And I was scared. The dream that I've dreamt all of my life, the dream that I was so close to achieve, the dream to make a new world and order... Everything ended.
Even the power of time and space could not help me. Because there resided something even greater. A power that could never be tamed. Never be controlled.
It was violent. It was cruel. It was destructive.
And so it was banished away.
But it waited. A moment that it would be released and rise.
Because it was king of the Distortion World, Giratina.