While floating in that void, Panne was almost certain she was dead. The blackness that surrounded her was unlike anything she had felt before. Her senses no longer seemed to exist at all. Even just mere realization that she could still think was mostly an incoherent mess of impulses and lucidity. Then there were a few muffled voices. They were far away at first, but came a little closer with the inconceivable passage of time. After a while, she started to even recognize who the voices belonged to. Then everything rushed back all at once. Her eyes shot open, but that was all her body would obey her.

"She's waking up! Oh thank god, she's waking up!"

The first thing she saw was Altaria, and her first conscious thought was how unsurprising that was. The second was about how disconnected everything felt, like she was just a pair of eyes inside a very heavy metal shell. What was once a sea of prickling agony had disappeared entirely, though now she really just couldn't feel anything at all. In fact, she couldn't even hear herself breathe, and only knew that she wasn't suffocating by the fact that she woke up at all. Trying to move anything was almost completely out of the question. Didn't stop her from trying, though.

"Slow down there," Ampharos said from somewhere. "Just take it easy, Panne. We're not in any rush. Give yourself a few minutes to recover, at least. Just relax for a while. The battle is won."

"Care to explain this?!" Altaria loomed, the Tempest Looplet in her talons. The dragon didn't even care if she had the ability to respond, not that she gave her the chance. "Mhm! That's what I thought! You're lucky you even woke up after using an emera like that for so long! I've seen Go For Broke put people into comas, Panne! Comas they never woke up from! Do you have any idea how STUPID it is to use one of those things? VERY STUPID!"

Panne would laugh if she could. Altaria was an utter mess herself, a broken wing on one side and a bloody one on the other. She was shaking with effort just standing over her.

"Whatever happened is in the past now. Let's focus on the present. Altaria, for heaven's sake, give her some air." Ampharos knelt down beside the Delphox, revealing behind him the crowd of weary faces. She counted them one by one, silently thankful to find that everyone was present, even if that didn't exactly mean unharmed. "Okay, let's take this one step at a time. You're not in a coma, so that's the first part already over with. Can you sit up at all?"

The second time around went better than the first. Panne managed to prop herself up on her elbows without immediately buckling underneath her own weight. The action alone was enough to make the hard ground beneath her evident again. With feeling, however, came an almost overwhelming exhaustion that made it difficult to do anything. It was still leagues better than that weird prickling. The Delphox sat up fully and looked down at her hands, uncurling each finger like she was regarding a wound.

"Hmm. It doesn't seem like the emera caused much damage, does it? Lucky break, perhaps?" Ampharos muttered.

"Keep looking," Mismagius spoke from above. "I'm sure there's something wrong. If she wore her looplet for the whole battle, then there's bound to be consequences."

Only when her eyes made it down to her lower half did she realize the true extent of how badly her leg was messed up. While the left one seemed better off than the rest of her, having nearly recovered from its numbness already, her right leg wouldn't even twitch on command. Not an ounce of feeling had returned to it, and it was entirely unresponsive in every way. "Oh..."

"Is something wrong?!" Altaria gasped.

Panne cleared he throat, and with the hoarsest voice imaginable tried to speak. "My leg broke in the middle of the fight, I think. It was pretty bad, but I just kept going on it. Now I just kinda...can't really move it at all." She willed herself to kick once more, but only the left obeyed. Her ears tilted backwards. "It just doesn't move. And I'm starting to feel again, everywhere but there."

Ampharos' face grew severe. "How far up can you feel?"

Did...did she really just lose her whole leg? The Delphox pressed her claws into the flesh of her thigh. About a quarter of the way down, all sensation stopped. "About there," she said, running her finger along that invisible line. It didn't matter how much effort she put into moving it, the result was always the same.

"Panne... I think you might not get that back," Mawile said with a sigh. "The internal trauma caused by the broken bone probably worsened the nerve damage from Go For Broke. If the rest of you is recovering just fine, I'm not really sure what to say."

Despite the particularly dire news, Panne felt more at ease than she had in weeks. Perhaps even happy, almost. "Eh. Could've been worse, huh?" she muttered, still rubbing at the transitional line. "Where's Val? I just saw him, I know he's around here somewhere. How hurt is he?"

"You- you just lost the use of an entire leg!" Altaria was nearly hyperventilating. "How can you be so calm about all this?!"

"It's not your leg, Altaria. And besides, I lost it for a good cause. I don't really regret anything, honestly. I'll figure it all out later." Panne was finally beginning to feel the sun soaking into her fur. Its shine seemed brighter than ever, and after having spent so long underneath a mountain of clouds, it wasn't hard for her to imagine why. "Please don't freak out in my place. Nobody likes it when you do that. So, where's Val?"

At the end of the peninsula, a Serperior stared longingly at the receding waters. Her heart sank at how many bandages covered his body. His upper half practically beneath a blanket of gauze and blood, and he'd definitely lost a vine in the process. Apparently she didn't do well enough to hide the guilt on her face when he came close.

"I'm fine. Don't worry," Vallion said with a tiny smile. "I'm just a little bit messed up, it just looks pretty bad, but that's mostly just because I spread the blood around a lot by accident. Dedenne said I'll be healed up in just a week or two."

"Ah, that's good," Panne sighed the words from her throat. "I lost total use of my leg from nerve damage."

"Oh." Val blinked.

With a grunt and a series of loud pops, Panne stretched with what limbs she could. "I'm not too worried about it. Especially since I recently figured out how to get around by floating on stuff. I honestly can't think of a better time to get crippled."

"That's not okay, Panne! Isn't there something we can do?" Altaria's talon viciously tapped against the ground. She turned towards a certain dragon who was regarding the flood closely at the time. "Hydreigon, you have to know something! If anyone here can work miracles, it's you!"

It took a long time for Hydreigon to turn around. One of their eyes was shut tight, a dried trail of blood following the curve of their face like a tear. They regarded the Delphox with all the intensity of both eyes put into a single narrowed pupil. After a drawn-out hum, they finally shook their head. "What you speak of goes beyond my abilities. Returning Vallion's memories is a purely ethereal matter, but the damage in your leg stems from a wholly physical force. The best I could do is have an entirely new body created and to transfer your consciousness over into that instead. If I can even manage to do that much."

"Gah! Stop talking about it!" Panne yelled, grunting at her desolate, dry throat. "It's done! We did it! We won, alright? It's time to head on over to Val's old body and get this all sorted out already! Then we can talk about my leg all you guys want!"

There wasn't a single murmur of protest, but whether that was from agreement and exhaustion was impossible to tell. Jirachi fetched the Delphox an adequate branch from the rapids since telekinesis was now being her only mode of travel. Despite the incessant pounding that was wracking her skull, Panne slowly and deliberately took to the air, finding out that this dead weight of the right leg definitely certainly did affect her balance. Even though it held no feeling at all, she still cringed as she folded it beneath her and felt it swell from the broken bone within. As soon as Panne figured out a comfortable way to sit, she joined the beleaguered march of her friends as they limped towards the treeline.

Volcarona was forced to retrieve their bags from the designated storage tree since nobody else was in any shape to climb or fly. They geared up, put on some more bandages, finally got a splint on the Delphox's leg, and turned their eyes to Mew.

"It is time," Hydreigon announced without a drop of enthusiasm. "Mew, I know you have gone through a great deal, and I am sorry to ask so much of you, but I have one last favor before our time here is done. Will you lead us to your Vallion's grave?"

"Duh! I already told you yes, remember?" The pink pokemon stuck her nose in the air. "You took care of the thing that was wrecking my home, so it's only fair. Besides, I wanna take a nap..." She started eastwards with about the same level of excitement as everyone who fell in line behind her.

Although the sun was finally allowed to poke down through the leaves again, the jungle was still as silent and empty as before. The damage the Spiritomb had caused would surely take months to recover, and the scars would remain for as long as there were old trees still standing. Panne tried her best to concentrate on flying, but her eyes kept on glazing over in thought. How many lives dissipated into thin air when she finally dealt the finishing blow? How many of them were the innocents that had been absorbed over the last few weeks? Were the wildlings even going to return to this place at all after what happened?

While these questions did circle around in her skull, they weren't nearly as loud as the realization that it was almost done-that some semblance of normalcy was going to return. That she would have her lover again, ever since the night Vallion looked into her eyes and saw a stranger. Hopefully he wouldn't be too upset about the leg thing.

At some point, Mew at somehow slipped away from the front of the pack and traveled beside the Delphox at the very back. Panne nearly jumped straight off her branch upon noticing. "What the-!"

"It's just this way," Mew tiredly muttered. "I wanted to talk."

"Talk? About what?"

A shadow seemed to pass over the pink pokemon's face. "About him."

The jungle's ordinarily extravagant flora, oversized, and full of color, all pointed away from the direction they were headed. Like before, the trees and bushes started to shrink down to what you would come to expect from some forest in the Water Continent. The leaves waved slightly from the warm breezes which passed through from time to time. There wasn't too much visible damage from the Spiritomb's rampage. This stretch of dungeon was almost like a different place entirely, hidden away from a jungle that was already hidden away from the rest of the world.

"It really was a long time ago, huh?" Mew finally spoke up. "Since the time Xerneas came to us. Me and Vallion, I mean. It was after we'd beaten Dark Matter and saved the world. I thought we were finally going to get a break. I had so many things I still wanted to show him! We were gonna have so much fun! Until... until they showed up and told us that our job wasn't done. That we had somehow lost even though we had done everything right. That we had to leave and go to the future for some stupid reason. I probably don't have to explain all that part to you, huh?"

Panne shook her head. Mew hummed. "Right, duh. Well I obviously didn't want to go through with it at first, but you know how Vallion gets when he's given a responsibility. And Xerneas said that he had to go, anyways. I didn't like it, but if he was going anywhere, then I was going with him! That was the rule! I bugged and annoyed and screamed at Xerneas until they got that fact through their thick deer skull! After a while, they finally gave in and let me be able to go to the future, too! Though, at the time I didn't know what that really meant."

"It meant me," the Delphox murmured.

Mew's gaze didn't budge from the dirt beneath their feet. "I can't even begin to tell you how much it hurt. Closing my eyes, expecting to go on this crazy adventure and do it all over again, only to open them again and be standing in the same place I was. Alone. Xerneas left with Vallion and all I had was an empty body. A corpse." A silence fell between them. There were tears in her eyes, but she blinked them away. "I thought a lot about the version of me that opened their eyes and ended up still next to him. They probably didn't even realize what had happened. Not that they cared, since they got what they wanted anyway. I hated them. I hated you. Jeez, I still hate you!"

"Mew, I-"

"But that's okay!" she interrupted. "That's okay because I know he's still in good hands. I know that he's with someone that would do anything to keep him safe and happy. In the end, that's all I would've really wanted. You're still the lucky one, but...It's funny. I don't think I would've accepted anyone else being with him but me. In a way, that's still kinda what ended up happening. Keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid like lose his memories again, alright? Hold on a sec, I think my place is just up ahead."

The Society turned past a single thicket and were greeted with the crescendo of this newfound peace that had descended onto the jungle. At the far end of the little grove, a step waterfall made its way down a granite hillside and into a babbling pond. Its waters were so clear that Panne could see the sun's refraction on the stone above it. Soft patches of grass blew in waves, a stark contrast to the saw-bladed menaces that had been catching on her fur. Little spots of sunlight danced along the ground as branches swayed back and forth in the cool air. It truly was like they had just stepped into a second mystery dungeon while still within the first.

Mew groaned as she flitted ahead. "God, finally!" They followed her to the crystalline pond and watched as the psychic type dunked her whole head beneath the surface. After a few seconds, she emerged with a refreshed gasp. "You guys can stay as long as you want! This is my home, and there's nowhere else like it in the entire jungle!"

"Mew, focus. The body," Hydreigon reminded her.

The relief quickly faded from her face, and with a blank stare she motioned up an incline towards a massive oak tree. With all the lively scenery that surrounded them, the sheer age of this single tree was made obvious. Its branches were mostly barren, and what little leaves remained were the only signs of life it had left. "It's up there," Mew said. "Your body is buried up there."

Panne was the first up the hill, clenching her teeth as she willed the branch to carry her onward. The Delphox finally allowed herself to relax once she was at the top, which resulted in her collapsing to the ground. That was still more than fine. She enjoyed the feeling of the damp grass before Mismagius came to help her up.

Just beyond the opposite lip of the hill were several more oaks-none quite as old as the first one, but many still must have passed their first few hundred years. When Panne glanced back at the ancient tree, her eyes shifted out of focus, and a spike of pain jammed its way into their sockets. She squinted at the trunk in spite of the splitting headache, but soon found that it was not the concussion that broke her concentration. Carved into the dry bark were a short series of symbols that immediately clicked in her head and worked its way to the tip of her tongue. She crawled over and placed her hand on the peculiar word.

"What'd you find, Panne?" Mawile spoke as she trudged up the slippery incline. The fairy gasped when she saw the writing. "Oh, old text! Don't tell me yet, let me see if I can still figure it out on my own!.. Hmm. So that would probably be a 'V' 'A' when you translate the sound, and-" she trailed off.

"I don't know what you expected," Mew chimed in from above. "I literally just told you that Val's body was up here. Like, I can't imagine what else that one word could have been."

Hydreigon motioned for everyone to move back. The Delphox did her best to crawl away before Vallion scooped her up in his vines and moved her to the side. He flashed her a smile, but his eyes seemed to go right through her.

"Yes, this is surely it. It's hard to tell to the untrained eye, but there is something significant beneath the dirt here." The dragon shot a glance at Mew, who gave a reluctant nod before she turned her back to the scene. That was all the affirmation Hydreigon needed to start digging, While they tore at roots with each side head, murmurs from the Society traveled through the air.

Panne used her temporary staff to push herself up, but mostly relied on the oak for balance. She was so tired that it would've been difficult to stand even on two legs. Thinking on it, some primal part in the back of the Delphox's mind started to panic at how her limb still refused to respond, but the calm scenery served its purpose well in keeping that feeling at bay. It really was beautiful here. Perhaps a bit too familiar to a certain other spot she liked to relax in. Maybe being attracted to places like these was just something she inherited from Mew all along.

The pregnant pause was broken by gasps and excited whispers. The unmistakable discoloration of old bones shone through the dark soil. Another inch revealed more ancient yellow, the trees roots wrapping themselves around the corpse in an almost protective way. A few more inches and the color gave way to shape, and suddenly they were the first pokemon in at least hundreds of years to bear witness to a real human. Panne felt the world start to spin as the identity of the bones really began to sink in. It was hard to concentrate on the sheer scientific breakthrough of it all when she could scarcely remember to breathe for more than a few seconds at a time.

"This is really weird and I hate this," Mew commented.

Hydreigon dusted themselves off, huffing through their nose in triumph. "Here, we bear witness to the human who partnered with Mew and defended the world from a great calamity brought on by the death throes of a desperate age. Normally I would worry about the haunting that would result of grave-digging, but we've already been living amongst his ghost for a while now, and we have work to do. Now, I ask again." When the dragon turned towards the Serperior, their eyes sharpened to feral slits once more. "This is your body, Vallion. By performing this ritual, I am forced to-by all technicalities-desecrate your own corpse. Will you allow this?"

"Yes," Val snapped back immediately. This whole journey was behind them, there was nothing more to mull over.

"Very well. Then I will need time, your patience, and that Awakening I had you gather." Ampharos tossed a tiny bag at the dragon, who immediately emptied out the glittering crystal onto the half-buried rib cage of some bipedal creature Panne never thought she'd ever see. Mawile started taking notes so viciously that she seemed to nearly rip through the paper of her notebook every few seconds. Jirachi floated over the ritual with curious eyes while Volcarona perched herself up in the oak. Ampharos went around and made sure no one's bandages needed changed, but it was obvious he merely needed something to pass the time. Kadabra's eyes glazed over like she had fallen asleep standing up. Vallion did much of the same, but with Altaria right behind him, trying to calm herself with a meaningless attempt to calm him.

Panne's ears turned sharply backwards as she limped forward a few feet and sidled up next to the Serperior. "What are we going to do first once we get back to the compound? There's still so much we need to deal with before we actually get married. Man, I really hope we still get our vacation after this, too."

Vallion kept his eyes trained on the ritual. "We'll figure it out when we get there. For now, we should be concentrating on what's going in front of us."

"Well it never hurts to plan ahead, right?" Panne tried her best to ignore the omnipresent hum that began to fill the air. "There's even more to do now that we're finished with the damn map. I thought we'd at least be able to take a break, but there's no telling how many more of these abomination-things are in caves beneath mountains somewhere. Once you get your memories back, we really ought to see if we can't start dealing with that. I'm not waiting until another one wakes up."

"We'll get there," was all he said.

Hydreigon glanced up from their delicate task to shoot a glare at the Serperior. There was the slightest tilt in their head. "Vallion, the information I gave to you on the Viridian was a warning meant for you, but just how long do you intend on keeping Panne in the dark? It is your body and soul, but she is your partner, and she surely has every right to know."

Before the Delphox could even respond, Vallion replied in monotone. "It's not necessary. If I said anything, it would just make everything harder. It's better this way."

"What's better what way?" Panne tried her best to appear attentive, nearly falling over in the process.

The dragon ignored her at first. "I really don't feel comfortable going on with this if there's any false pretenses. I expected you to impart this information in a more thoughtful way than I ever could, but if you won't at least describe the restoration process to her, I have the mind to."

"I'm right here! Hello?" the Delphox said, waving a hand in front of the Serperior's face. "Will you say whatever the hell you're going to say already? What's wrong with the ritual?"

Vallion looked away, adamant not to get involved with whatever this was. Hydreigon gave a disappointed hum and floated away from the ritual, causing the penetrating drone of their strange magicks to die down. The wind whistled through the branches of the oak. "Once his memories of the last eight years are restored, Vallion will not retain any of these last few weeks. We've reached this point far, far too late for them to coexist, so one must replace the other."

"What?" Panne's ears bent backwards. "That's... that's not fair! Can't you just splice them together like what happened with me and Mew? Why is it too late?"

The dragon closed their eyes. "If only it were so simple. No, Vallion is different. Even after you were reinstated into Mew, there were technically two entities, and by the Tree of Life's power, he was able to recreate the pokemon he knew from Mew's existence. The laws which follow beings of our world are both flexible and malleable. Remember that Vallion does not come from here. His rules are rigid and uncompromising, the skeleton we all lean over now is evidence of that fact. A human cannot be cloned, replicated, or replaced. This is why Mew was forced to say goodbye to her human a century ago when he was needed elsewhere. This is why this iteration of Vallion must say goodbye now."

"But that doesn't explain to me why he can't keep the memories from now!" The Delphox tried to stomp the ground, but her leg didn't respond.

"Mew's experiences as a Fennekin made her into a different person. It made you, Panne," Vallion finally spoke up. It almost sounded like he was on the verge of crying for a moment, but he sniffed and pulled himself together. "That's the only reason you could be saved. That whole adventure eight years ago made you into a different person, one with a strong enough impression to be something other than Mew. That's apparently what was happening to me this whole time. I'm supposed to retain less and less with each day that passes, and I think the tipping point was sometime last week. The very second I woke up that night the Spiritomb attacked me, that's when the timer started ticking. As far as the universe is concerned, I'm a totally different person from your Vallion, and there can only ever be one Vallion, after all."

Hydreigon lowered themselves to the ritual once more. "Rigid, indeed. It's kind of like a rebirth of the mind, but when I told him about his fate on the Viridian, he immediately likened it to dying."

"Wh-Why would you tell her I said that?!" The Serperior snapped, his sudden yell so commanding that even Panne felt her back muscles tense up. He turned towards her, but his face was full of pleading rather than rage.

It was hard to speak when her throat was so dry. "...So that's just it, then? We go through all of this trouble, and that's what happens? You just...disappear?"

"I am making things right again." The Serperior raised his head high into the air. Even covered in bandages and blood, he tried his best to look brave. "The Spiritomb messed everything up, but I have the chance to fix what it originally broke-something it had no right to mess with. And things will only get better once I get my real memories back anyway. Your Vallion is way better than me. He never deserved what happened to him in the first place."

Panne tried to swallow, her ears ringing louder and louder. The grove was getting too warm, even the shade was hot. "You know, you don't have to-"

"DON'T!" Vallion shouted again. The force of his voice was more than enough to jam a spike of fear between her ribs. She tried to step back, but nearly fell over outright at the reflex. Regret instantly washed over the Serperior's expression. "Just-just don't say it, okay?"

But she would, almost in a whimper. "You don't have to go..."

He shut his eyes and bore his teeth like he was in pain. After the moment passed, he finally took in a sharp breath. "Yes. Yes, I do. I have to go because hundreds of other pokemon died from this, and thousands more were displaced and hurt. I have to go because I'm not even supposed to exist! Because I'm here, the Vallion that saved the world isn't, and that's not fair at all! He deserves to live more than me-he's earned that right!"

"You don't have to go through with this," Panne reiterated with what little breath she could spare. "You could come back with us like you are right now. We could start again, go and visit the places we already did before. I wouldn't mind, really. You don't have to be the person you were before."

"How can you even say that? You'd really give up on your Vallion, just like that?" The Serperior's voice quivered. "I wouldn't love you like he does, you know! It wouldn't be like the way it was at all!"

"That's fine," she muttered.

Vallion let out a growl and unfurled remaining vine. In a matter of seconds he removed the Harmony Scarf from his neck and tossed it onto the ground in front of the Delphox. "No, that isn't fine and you know it! How would that ever be fine? I'm not a replacement for Vallion, and you were wrong if you ever thought I could've been! The ritual that's going on right now to bring Vallion back, that's what my purpose here is! It's the only thing I have left to do! I didn't come this far just to give up!"

Mawile's voice suddenly cut through the tension. "It doesn't have to be giving up," The Society folded back into existence one-by one. Panne's peripherals filled up with familiar faces that she had forgotten were here this whole time. "You could definitely come back with us. We handled the Spiritomb, that's more than enough reason to call this a success. The option is always open."

But the Serperior shook his head. "I already made up my mind a few days ago. If I didn't go through with this now, I'd just end up regretting every second afterwards for as long as I lived. This was always meant to happen."

Panne struggled to bend over and pick up the scarf at her feet. She squeezed the fabric, feeling the sting of her claws as they dug into her palm through the scarf. Her eyes had begun to water. "You are such an idiot, you know that? A stubborn, stupid, dumb idiot. Why do you always gotta go and be the hero all the time? It's not healthy! Just be yourself for once! Be selfish!"

The hum of the ritual had gotten loud enough that Panne could hardly hear herself think. From deep within the hole came that ominous golden glow-the one that never meant anything good. Vallion's old bones burned with the light, with dozens of little yellow sparks rising up from the marrow and fading in the blink of an eye. The light caught on the wind like smoke and twirled upward into the oak's barren branches. Once Hydreigon's incantation ceased, the glow stiffened into a pillar. They opened their eyes. "It is done. If you are ready to proceed, step into the beam of light and be remade one last time."

Icy panic flooded the Delphox's veins. She held the scarf to her chest. "Val! Y-you really don't have to go! If there's anything at all left in the world that you want to see, we can see it! I will personally take you absolutely anywhere! I- I just-"

"I already told you no. I'm only fixing what's broken," he said, his gaze locked firmly on the light.

"You aren't broken, Val! You aren't a mistake! Maybe you wouldn't be the exact same person you were before, but that doesn't mean you wouldn't belong! All it would take is a little time and people would start to know you for you, not the Vallion from before, or even the one before that! Don't just resign yourself to this like it's the only possible future, because if we're good at anything, it's changing the future! Please..."

Vallion chuckled. "Hush, silly. I have a favor to ask you," A breath caught in Panne's throat, but she was silent. "Be sure to tell your Vallion my story, alright? That would be more than enough to make me happy. I mean, I guess I'll technically just be happy anyway, but it would make this version of me feel better. You're good at telling stories. Don't be afraid to exaggerate just a little bit, alright? I won't mind." His smile was genuine, and one that spread all the way across his face and pushed up his eyelids. The overwhelming yellow drowned out all other colors that weren't the amber of his pupils. He turned around.

"W-Wait!" Panne tried to say, but the Serperior was already a silhouette in a flash of blinding white. The magical drone reached such a volume that it hurt, and beneath it was the faint hint of a strange chirping noise. A huge rush of wind came up from behind her and surged towards the center. Black spots danced in her vision for a few moments before she rubbed them away, and she was almost certain she had been deafened until the sound of the breeze revealed it to only be silence. The spell's equation had run its course. The bones were gone, and in their place coiled the same Serperior she had seen moments ago. Nobody spoke, nobody moved. They all watched on with the same bated breath in their lungs.

Vallion opened his eyes. They were always the same molten color she had fallen in love with. He slowly scanned the scene, taking in the confusing barrage of imagery and faces. It was only when he glanced at her did she see him focus up, his once leery expression sharpening into familiarity. "Panne...? What the... Exactly how long was I out?"

The Delphox lunged forward with her one good leg, collapsed onto the Serperior, and took him into her arms.