Busy footsteps clanked along the metal floors of a facility in Sinnoh. Men and women in lab coats talked amongst each other over the sound of rapid computer beeping. Over the hearts of these people, they wore a patch sewn onto their suits that portrayed the image of an exploding star. Some of them carelessly chatted away with one another in their office rooms, filling it with their laughter. Others busily went back and forth through the halls, carrying stacks of papers wherever they went.

One of them shoved open a door with his shoulders because of his occupied hands, entering a dark room full of computers with a single, large screen at the room's end. Upon it was a large overhead map of the Unova Region. As he plopped the stack of papers down beside his desk, he let out a sigh of relief in the absence of their weight and sat down. However, that relief did not last long.

A loud, droning beep repeated itself on end from the large screen. On it, small pink dots began to appear in a 'trail' of sorts. Quickly, the people at their desks went to work, rapidly flying their fingers over their keyboards.

"Spatial distortions are being detected over Twist Mountain in Unova!" Someone cried out.

"Someone get the director on the line!" Ordered another.

Quickly, the man with the stack of papers rushed out of his seat to the landline phone near the door and dialed in three numbers. "Spatial distortions are being recorded at Twist Mountain in Unova, sir!" He reported. "We are currently unsure of the source."

"Understood," Came a reply from the other end. "I will notify HQ. They are better suited for these things."


Unknown Island, Hoenn

A furious roar made the nearby palm trees quiver. Booming thuds caused quaking that rippled across the island. This was the work of a fuming young Groudon, who was busy throwing an eruption of a tantrum on the island's beach.

"I can't believe I was so stupid!" He roared, stomping his burning feet onto the sand and sending some skyward to rain back down around him. "Why did I ever trust that dumb, fat whale?!" A wave of raw heat loosed itself from the gaps between his natural armor, blackening the sand that it touched.

By now, the beach looked like a war zone. Black craters littered the sand, jagged spires of stone had shot up from the trees all the way to the ocean, and some of those trees had even gone up in flames.

"I'm not gonna get tricked again!" Swore Groudon. "Never! From now on, I'm never gonna trust anyone ever again!"

Unbeknownst to him, a certain Sky High Pokemon watched his ravings from above. "Does that include me?" He asked as he descended.

Groudon didn't bother to look at him. His shoulders still heaved up and down from his ragged breathing. "Why'd you even save me?" He demanded. "Are you just going to betray me later too? I know you still hate me for what I said to you."

This was going to be a handful, the serpent thought to himself. Rayquaza sighed, then said, "Of course not. Arceus would kill me for harming you. Unless you were trying to disturb the balance between land and sea, that is."

In response to that, Groudon dug his clawed foot into the ground and kicked up a massive wall of sand in frustration. For a moment, the sea itself appeared to have split in response to his power before it receded, swallowing up the raining sand.

"Arceus!" He cried. "Why should I care about what he wants?! If he really cared about me, why is he never here?!" He looked up at Rayquaza with fiery red eyes, but his brow and nose were wrinkled upward. In spite of how tough he was trying to seem, to Rayquaza, it looked like the young Legend was about to cry. "He cares more about Palkia than me. He doesn't care about me. And I don't care about him!"

Rayquaza's eyes widened. "Groudon, that's not…" He bowed his head and sighed, having to remind himself to speak to Groudon more like a child than as a Legend. "Look," He said, lowering himself near the sands to stand eye to eye with Groudon, "That is not true in the slightest. Arceus cares for all of us equally. It's simply that he is always too busy for-"

"For me?" Interrupted Groudon, giving Rayquaza a sideways glance and scoffing. "Of course he is." In his frustration, he tried to kick up at the sand again but found that he had already expended most of his strength. Consequently, he ended up falling on his backside.

The young Legend shifted around so that he sat facing away from Rayquaza and buried his head in his arms. "Why?" He asked, with a shaking, spent voice. "Why'd he even create me if I'm not worth his time?"

Thinking to try to alleviate some of Groudon's worries, Rayquaza opened his maw to begin the explanation. That was until he realized what it would entail. How could he even begin to explain to a child about the war that had taken place mere months ago—one so grand and horrible in scale that the world itself had been irreparably scarred? How could he tell Groudon that he was not the first?

"Groudon," He started, mentally mulling over his wording, "There is much you do not understand about the world, and that is fine. You are still young." He coiled his way over to the front side of Groudon. "Arceus does care for you, just as he cares for us all. But the state of the world, and the state of himself, does not allow him much freedom. We're in a bad way, you know."

Without raising his head, Groudon took a long, deep breath before asking, "What's happening?"

Rayquaza looked out to the sea. "Right now, this world faces a grave enemy. We didn't pay much attention to it before, and now it's come back to bite us. Arceus would surely be raising you himself if he had the choice. Palkia's circumstances come from his spatial powers. Only Arceus could handle them if they went out of control. As it stands, it falls to me to fill in the role of your caretaker since the rest of us are often occupied with that threat. Even Kyogre is fighting against it, believe it or not"

"...Even him?" Asked Groudon. He shook his head slightly. "That's hard to believe. He didn't seem nice enough to go save the world when he was leaving me in the middle of the ocean."

With a chuckle, he replied, "Would you believe me if I told you he used to be even worse?"

Groudon could only bring himself to sigh in response to that. The air was filled with only the sound of sea winds and waves for a while as Rayquaza enjoyed the view. Groudon, meanwhile, struggled with his thoughts. "Rayquaza?" He asked. "Kyogre told me that we were born as enemies. Is that true?"

Humming to himself in thought, Rayquaza replied, "I don't believe so."

"He doesn't." Groudon said back, burrowing his head even further into his arms. "I don't think it'll happen either. He probably doesn't even want to see me again, and if he did…"

"That's what I'm here for. And besides…" Rayquaza continued to mull over his options regarding what he could tell Groudon. Surely, Arceus wouldn't mind a story or two as long as he was vague about it. "...I used to have an enemy myself. One that I hated more than anything else for a long time. His name was Deoxys."

"Was?"

Though Groudon couldn't see it, Rayquaza nodded. "Yeah. I don't know if I've ever told you this, but besides keeping you and Kyogre from killing each other, my other duty is to guard the skies and keep anything beyond that out."

Finally, the young Legend peaked his head back out to look up at the cyan sky in bewilderment. "Beyond it? There's more?"

Rayquaza barked out a laugh, making Groudon pout. "Sorry," He apologized once his breath returned to him, "It's just that I keep forgetting how young you are. I've still got a lot to teach you. Yes, there's a lot more out there. More than even I could ever possibly know. Deoxys came from out there somewhere from inside a meteor. Naturally, I destroyed it, and so we fought. Slippery bastard got past me and, well...to make a long story short, we kept fighting for a long time. Arceus eventually welcomed him into our ranks as Legends and allowed him to call this world his home, but our rivalry persisted."

His face went sour. "Until something worse than him decided to pay our world a visit. Deoxys fought for our world even though it wasn't his...nevermind. He fought for his world just like the rest of us and saved my life. I couldn't repay the favor. I suppose, even after our fights, I did consider him a friend in his final moments. If I could do that, I believe there's hope for you and Kyogre."

Groudon looked down at the burnt sand in deep thought. "...Hey, Rayquaza? Are we friends?"

Flashing the kid a toothy grin, Rayquaza lowered his fist toward him. "Sure as hell beats being enemies, doesn't it?"

Suddenly, Groudon's face became lit with a beaming grin and he eagerly returned the gesture, bumping fists with the dragon. "Sure does. This Deoxys guy sounds cool. I'm gonna have your back, just like he did."

"Is that so?" Asked Rayquaza, his grin widening. Never in his life would he have expected to hear that from Groudon. Arceus did one hell of a good job making this one. "Well, I appreciate the sentiment, but hopefully it won't come to that. I'd hate to see another friend get hurt."

When the two retracted their hands, Groudon asked, "Hey, Rayquaza? Do you have time for another story before you have to go?"

Rayquaza turned his gaze skyward, then replied, "Sure. What did you want to hear?"

"What was that 'worse thing' you were talking about before?"

Just like that, Rayquaza's smile disappeared. So did Groudon's when he saw his reaction to the question. "Erm," Started Rayquaza, "I'm not quite sure if-"

Then, Groudon asked him something that made his blood run cold. "Does it have something to do with the other Groudon?"

"Wh-what?!" Cried a shocked Rayquaza. "H-how do you…?"

"When he left me alone out at sea, Kyogre told me I was the same as the last Groudon. Rayquaza, who is that? Is there another Groudon?"

Rayquaza craned his head around to mask the murderous glare he wore upon his face. Silently, he cursed Kyogre for daring to thrust that knowledge upon a child on top of everything else he'd done. But now that the young Groudon already knew the worst of it, he supposed there was no use holding back the rest of the story.

He let out a long sigh that scarred the sand with Dragon Breath before turning back. "Well, I suppose if you already know that much, then I owe you the full story at this point, don't I? This one's going to be much longer than the first. One day, a demon fell to the world that I let slip past my fingers. Its name was Necrozma."


Twist Mountain of Unova received its name for the winding curvature of it both inside and out. The range of mountains surrounding it shared its odd shape, but not to its extremes. Not to mention the cold. Without the Giant Chasm, it had become by far the coldest place in Unova. Blizzards bombarded every angle of it without end. These factors made it nearly impossible to navigate, making many unfortunate travelers and hikers lose their lives amidst the twisting mountain. Even for those who could fly, the blizzards made flying over the mountain no easy task.

And a mere child stood no chance at navigating that.

Palkia flew just over the mountaintops. The fierce winds and cold prevented him from going any higher. He could barely open his eyes, no thanks to the stinging snow that made them burn. He had no idea where he was going, regarding both the mountain and in general. All he knew was that he could not stay here, but the blizzard made knowing where exactly 'here' was almost impossible.

The sharp spires of the mountain just below his feet warped in shape as he passed overhead. Chunks of frigid stone churned and twisted as if they had become liquid. Even the snow and air around him began to shift into unrecognizable crystalline shapes, though it wasn't as if Palkia could see them.

His breath had long since become short amidst the frigid air, and his expenditure of energy he was unknowingly letting loose did not help in that regard. Enough was enough, he decided. There was no going on like this.

Looking down, Palkia was able to spot one of the tall spires in spite of his clogged vision. He descended near it until the ground evened out onto a field of snow on the mountaintop. The spires were much larger at their base than their tip, so Palkia thought it would be the perfect opportunity for a resting place.

His shining pearl glittered and glowed with increasing strength as his spatial powers sprung to life. Palkia held his arms out toward the spire's base and rent it open. It churned and distorted until an opening large enough for his entrance came into being. It led into an impossibly long corridor that appeared to be made of the spire's interior.

Palkia eagerly shuffled into the distorted tunnel until the chill of the wind could no longer touch him. Every inch of his body ached from the fatigue and cold, and he felt so unbearably weary. His shambling little body didn't make it much farther into the tunnel before his legs gave up on him. The thought of rest overtook all others, and before he knew it, everything had gone black.

Palkia awoke to the sound of loud, deep buzzing. That was all he could describe it as, for he had never heard something like it before. He shook off the frigid material from his body and slowly made his way toward the exit.

It was difficult to see past the snow, but something massive cast a shadow from within it. Four large sets of blades on it spun rapidly to create the loud buzzing. When it landed upon the snow, its backside faced Palkia's cave. A large door on that backside slowly was driven open, making unbearably loud clanking noises.

Palkia cried out and attempted to shield his ears. No longer wanting anything to do with the loud thing, he retreated back into the cave and sealed it shut to the best of his ability. It left a not-so-hidden sphere of distortion in place of the cave entrance rather than seamlessly shutting it.

When the door on the air carrier opened, a dozen men in thick black coats ran out, brandishing arms. Upon their suits was the telltale insignia of the Nova Branch and Team Rocket's crimson R.

Four more men followed after them, all wearing metallic armor from head to toe. One was sleek, carrying a curved blade. Another was a hulking man with a rotating gun. The third was bulkier than the first and was equipped with all manner of explosives. And the last was slim and meager-looking compared to the rest, only carrying what appeared to be a toolbox.

These four men stood at the shoulders of a fifth man who looked up at the spatial distortion with apparent interest. He wore a coat like the first batch of soldiers, though much thinner. It was ill-equipped for this kind of weather, and yet, The Man showed no signs of being bothered by it. He also wore gloves that would seem more in line with a doctor than someone atop a snowy mountain.

More peculiarly, this person's face was obscured. Not by a mask, or a helmet or anything. His face was obscured by a shadow that didn't seem to be produced by anything at all. There was no sun to cast it, and none of the other men showed this feature.

The Man stepped to the front of the group without taking his eyes off of the distortion. While each step the other men took made them fall knee deep into the snow, this one in particular made no indentation in the snow whatsoever when he walked. There was no mark he left behind. His steps didn't even make a sound. It was as if he wasn't there at all.

He pulled back the wrist of his suit to reveal a watch and a white, long-sleeved undershirt. Upon fiddling with the watch, the distortion in space suddenly vanished without a trace and exposed the tunnel it was hiding.

"Ryder," Spoke The Man, "Take your men to the edge and don't let them see you."

Nodding, the armored man motioned for Heavy to follow him to the right side of the cave while the other two were to take the left. As they took their positions, the foot soldiers went prone, taking aim at the opening. Their focus was broken upon noticing The Man walking past them toward the tunnel.

"S-sir!" One of them unwisely protested. "What are you-"

Wordlessly, this person stopped in His tracks to glance back at the soldier over His shoulder. That, and a sudden chilling feeling that dwarfed even the surrounding blizzard, was all the soldier needed to get the memo.

The Man entered the tunnel alone. It was filled to the brim with distortions of light and matter. Even the floor and roof were twisted unrecognizably. Yet, when he stepped inside, the contact of his foot seemed to make the nearest distortions disappear altogether.

When he stood upon a mass of twisted matter, it suddenly became ordinary stone. And when he removed his foot to walk forward, it returned to its unnatural form. Observing this phenomenon with awe, one of the soldiers was tempted to throw a snowball into the distorted floor to see what would happen, but decided against it.

Eventually, he came upon what appeared to be the end of the hallway. It seemed like a wall, but wasn't quite right. It bubbled slowly like it was liquid. The Man held out a hand toward it, then swiftly swiped across it. The wall disappeared from sight, revealing a cowering young Palkia behind it.

Both of them appeared surprised by this. While The Man stepped back, Palkia gasped out in shock and attempted to fly further into the tunnel. The Man quickly fiddled with his watch once more. Upon twisting a notch on it in a certain way, the tunnel began to change once more.

Suddenly, Palkia found the space distorting against his will. A wall of mist appeared ahead of him, and its end raced toward him. Unsure of what to do, Palkia cried out in terror and partially shielded his eyes. The mist passed him painlessly and almost instantly, but he found himself staring right back at The Man despite never turning around.

"How intriguing." Muttered the enigmatic man under his breath. "Palkia is most assuredly dead, and yet a smaller one is here. This has…troubling ramifications."

Palkia couldn't catch a word of whatever this…thing was saying. All he knew was that they were terrifying to behold. It spoke in gibberish he did not understand, and seemed to not even have a face. There was only shadows where its head should have been.

He began to back away, catching the attention of The Man. Flipping the notch on his watch once, he looked up at the young Palkia and gently said, "Hold on a moment. You do not need to be afraid of me."

The fact that Palkia could now understand him when he had just been speaking in warbled tongues a moment ago made the young Legend doubt this person. "D-don't come any closer!" He stammered, raising his arm.

Raising his hands inoffensively, The Man replied, "There's no need for that. I only want to talk. You see, I am a friend to Ash."

Palkia recoiled at the name, recognizing it. Visions of Arceus's face flashed in his mind, and his voice filled his head.

"There's no need to be afraid, little one. This is Ash. He is a very trusted friend of mine."

With that voice ringing in his mind, Palkia couldn't help but to think about what Giratina showed him. He screamed out in terror and tried to run, but his ankle slid and he fell onto his back. "Y-you! You're trying to bring me back to Arceus, aren't you?! I-I'm not going back!"

He raised his arm, setting its pearl alight and roared, "Get away from me!" Blindly, he threw down a Spatial Rend without thinking. It screeched through the air, making the air itself twist as it went. However, it never reached its target. Before it could touch The Man, it suddenly dissipated into a purple smoke before vanishing into nothingness.

Ryder swiped up one of the rifles from the soldiers and aimed it at Palkia, but when he looked into the scope, he found his master looking back at him with his hand held out to repulse him.

"Apologies for that," Spoke The Man to Palkia, "And for frightening you. My associates are merely protective of me. But I assure you, we mean you no harm." He began to make his way toward Palkia once more, briefly drawing his hands behind his back to turn his watch once again, then opened them welcomingly. "I assure you, there is nothing to be afraid of."

All of a sudden, Palkia could feel his fear melting away and could not understand why. This shadow-hued man that defied his powers over space, for some inexplicable reason, no longer scared him. It was as if he radiated peace. "R...really?"

"Indeed." He answered. "I know what it is like to feel ruled by fear. To feel that there is nothing you can possibly do but run. It does not need to be this way. Tell me, Palkia. Why do you run from Arceus?"

The part of Palkia that doubted answering him was present only for a moment before it suddenly did not occur to him why he was doubting this man. "W-well," He started, "My brother, Giratina, told me some things about him."

"Really?" Asked The Man, intrigued. "I would love to hear all about it, but don't you think we should go somewhere less cold? A place like this is hardly a fit for conversation."

The Man extended a hand up to the young Palkia. The young Legend reached out to accept it, but hesitated. "You...you're a friend of Ash, right? You're not going to take me back to Arceus, are you?"

With a chuckle, The Man replied, "Of course not. I would never dream of such a thing. Now, shall we go?"

Palkia stared at the gloved human hand beneath him for another moment, then accepted it with his own. As The Man led him toward the exit, Palkia asked one last thing. "Um, mister? What's your name?"

The Man looked down at the floor as it passed. "My name…"


Author's Note

Pokextinction Fact of the Day: Though alone, Aura's power dwarfs any of the ten original beings (Arceus, Mew, Ultra Space's creator, etc.), if all ten of them were to fight Aura together at the absolute peak of their power, they would win. Aura created them for that specific purpose so the Universe would repel it from entering. However, over the aeons that have passed since their creation, those ten original beings spent most of their power creating the universe, their own living creations, and their worlds or dimensions.

The Creator: Glad to get this one out quick. It's a shorter chapter for sure, but that's just how it ended up being. I'd rather move through the story quickly and have what needs to be there rather than inflate chapters to 78000 words again like Chapter 17.

It was mainly to explain what the youngest two Legends were doing, and where Palkia was all this time. Unfortunately, it's not good news. Or maybe it is.

Hydra: It appears that Rayquaza has actually managed to befriend the land legend. It might not mean much since he's young but if that relationship holds up as he grows older then the two of them may be able to keep Kyogre finally in line, truly bringing balance between the deities.

SilverWolf1130- I have a very bad feeling Christopher Lee (I know he's still alive. Call it a gut feeling) or his remaining forces are gonna execute "Order 66" on the Legendaries very soon… *Cringes* And it ain't gonna be pretty… well, for the bad guys, it will be but not for most of us…

Regarding the villains, particularly the Nova Branch. Their battles with the Legendaries are really interesting to see for me because it's pretty much science vs nature. Like, how effective human science and intelligence can be when fighting a supposed God. I'm really interested/worried how their next fight with the Legendaries will go… because as we know, No Legendary is Safe…

The Creator: For the bad guys? Are you certain that humanity hasn't bridged the gap in power yet? Heheh. And yes, it certainly seems like nobody is truly safe. Arceus is recovering, but he's still weaker than he used to be. Mew may be unwilling to unleash her full power against them. Can the rest fight them alone?

Hydra: I'm glad someone is finally picking up on one of the hidden themes of this story. As I read countless other fics I always found myself wondering what would happen if the pokemon universe was one day mixed with our own and it led me to coming up with the nature vs science theme. Good eye my friend. I'm looking forward to seeing if you can identify the other hidden ones.

G- Interesting chapter, so Paul shared his findings to Ash about the possibilty of some mole or traitor within the organization of Mr Star. Well, this certainly could causes some possible strain in the trust of Ash toward Mr Star and his inner circle, as according to Paul, this false information comes from Mr Star himself, implying that whether he is the traitor, or is someone closed to him.

Being honest, when Paul asked Ash to be spying Mr Star to tracks some suspect, makes me thinks when the Jedi Order ordened Anakin to spy the Chancellor Palpatine when they suspect from the leader of the Republic. Adding that Ash and Anakin harbors a notable trust and respect for Mr Star and Palpatine respectively, making that this decision to be spying them, causes some problem and doubts to Ash and Anakin, especially for the slightly possibility that Mr Star and Palpatine are involved with the Nova Branch/Team Rocket and Separatists. Well, i hope that Ash wouldn't end like Anakin; a fallen chosen one manipulated by a man that they considered like a trustworthy person and a mentor.

As other point, so Latias could finally reached the safety to finds Ash, well was nice to see her still alive, as the last time she was MIA after barely escaped from Altomare when the operatives of Nova Branch destroyed her home and killed her family. Nevertheless, it is sad to see how much distrust Latias developed toward the humans, except Ash, as she was very reluctancy to even allows some other people get near from her, even was very reluctancy to allows Mr Star be near from her, all this because the atrocities of Nova Branch/Team Rocket, something very sad to considers that Latias was always a curious pokemon that was more interested in interact with the humans, in contrast with her deceased brother Latios whom was more distrustful, but now, she is even possibly more distrustful from the humans than Latios was right now.

Well, i hope that Ash can help to Latias with a psychological therapy, because her physical injuries would be easy to heals, in comparison with her traumas and psychological injuries, adding that to that Latias can be a good, effective and trustworthy ally, she needs to overcome and control her traumas, otherwise, she could end like Lugia, Keldeo, Genesect, Reshiram and Giratina; pokemons with a lot hatred and grudge in their hearts, making them prone to the violence and revenge, regardless the consequences, making them a liability in many cases.

To finishes, regarding to Tobias, i couldn't help in notes that he was like observing to Ash and Serena, when the former was talking about the possibility from some traitor within the organization, making me thinks the possibility that Tobias could be the mole in the group, or be somehow related with this issue, like if he knows something about this, or was accomplice for some reason. Nevertheless, i guess that with the final point of this chapter, his only concern right now would be Latias, as she was clearly angry toward Tobias for kept her brother far away from her, and i guess that our dragoness wouldn't be any happy to see Tobias again. Well, i hope that Ash prevent some possibly nasty incident between Tobias and Latias.

Keep the good job.

The Creator: Yeah, it would suck if the mole ended up messing with Mr. Star's operations. Imagine if Ash and the others get sent on a mission and it's a trap. And holy crap, I never noticed all these parallels to other series. It's good that Latias found Ash after that whole mess she's been through. If she was alone, there's no telling what would happen to her. Maybe she'd become like Lugia. Maybe she would have fallen to the levels of Genesect. Or maybe she wouldn't be strong enough and simply break. Tobias being the mole? Interesting theory. I suppose he's lost a lot, so maybe he would have some ulterior motive for some reason. Who knows?

Hydra: Goodness I didn't even realize the list of legends with some sort of major psychological trauma was so high. Eh I wouldn't worry about it it's not as if something like that ever comes back to bite people later right?

StarSaber10- Tobias: Ah sh*t here we go again

Also hype chapter really freaking cool. Only problem is we have no idea where the soul dew is. Still kind of salty about you just casually killing off Lorenzo but whatever.

Finally its theory time!:

I've got three new ones.

1. Palkia will get found by either mew or Genesect. There is a reason for this and its because we need a way for Genesect to meet the other legends since she is a legendary and her helping Palkia then being found by Mew would enable that.

2. The spy is actually Oleana because one she's just sus in the first place and she is part of an evil team not to mention the whole thing with no Galar legends showing up yet so we need a way to introduce them and having them hunt down the traitor in Galar would be cool way of doing so.

3/4. Eternatus is another one of the gods who decided to check in on their siblings creation secretly or Marshadow can create shadow pokemon.

Also does the Orre region exist in this fanfic yes or no?

The Creator: I'm sure Tobias was thinking exactly that when he saw her. Sorry about Lorenzo lol, but it got Latias involved, didn't it? Surely that's a fair trade.

Oh, if only the world was that nice. Palkia's found someone a bit less nice. Or maybe not. Who knows? Maybe he'll have found his first real friend.

Now Oleana is a really unique theory. I never thought of that. Or did I? The world may never know. She is pretty sus though since she's sus in her own game. Macro Cosmos IS the most powerful corporation after the Star Foundation after all. They'd have a pretty big influence on our boys.

You're referring to one of Aura's ten original creations, right? The ones spoken about in Chapter 18? Well, Eternatus admittedly seems pretty otherworldly, but I have to wonder how it would get all the way to this world.

The Orre Region does exist here, as do all Regions except for the Arceus-shaped one in Pokemon Conquest. None of the non-main ones will probably make an appearance though.

Hydra: Yes it's quite unfortunate what people will do in war and people like Lorenzo end up paying the price. You do bring up a valid point: what would Team Rocket need with the soul dew I wonder? It couldn't have any effect outside of Altomare I'm sure…

The Creator: Next time, we'll see rings, a small tree and a man in the shadows. See you all then. Also, is it just me or does this chapter seem bigger than it actually is? Tell me how fast you breeze through it.

Hydra: Well that's it for now! This is the second shortest chapter we've ever written so hopefully you guys liked that. We finally got to see The Man again after ten or more chapters so if he's back that must mean… Have a great night folks and we'll see you all on the next one!