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I barely had the strength to stand at this point, struggling beyond belief to get up. I wasn't sure how much time had passed since I lost consciousness, but I did know one thing, I'm meant to be dead. The incarnadine colors that filled my eyes were enough to convince me that I was meant to be a victim of this massacre. I looked down at myself, covered in crimson liquid, and not just my own. Surrounding me were somewhere between fifteen and twenty dead bodies. I guessed that the one that did this failed to realized that by wounds weren't deep enough for an instant death, so I still stood in this barn-like structure, waiting for my own life to come to an end.

At first, I was just going to let myself be consumed by the feelings of death that filled me, but after realizing that I wouldn't be serving my role in this situation if I just submitted to death, I found myself writing on the side of this wooden structure, with nothing other than the blood that dripped down by entire body. This building was now nothing more than a bloodbath, one that I should have been a part of.

I didn't even notice we were being spied on, but clearly we had been tracked. Despite more than a few of us being able to fight back, it wasn't enough. Our group was just a small one of five pokemon, nomads who travelled around and helped others in low-budget towns. Of course, Myriad wasn't really on our radar, but we came across a decently large group of pokemon travelling with no bearings of where they were. It seemed like they had been attacked by someone and now were at a loss of where to go next. Because the five of us knew the area, we decided to lead them to the closest town, being Myriad. We found this small shack-like structure here, and decided to take shelter while deciding what exactly to do with the group we had just found. We had no idea that taking shelter here for a few weeks would be what would kill us.

After weeks of providing to this group, mainly made up of children and a few adults, I felt a bad omen in my mind. I'm usually a fairly paranoid pokemon, so I dismissed by thoughts as more of that paranoia. Sadly, it turned out that my instincts struck a bulls-eye. Once we had been staying right outside of Myriad for a few weeks, we began to make plans to travel again, but our plans were interrupted. After coming back from retrieving food for everyone, I found a rather unseemly sight right outside of our shelter. I found one of our guards, one of the other nomads traveling with me, with deep gashes down his body. Not only that, but he had been decapitated, leaving the largest pool of blood I had ever seen. The initial shock hit me heavily, but I realized what it meant for our guard to be killed, so I immediately ran to our shelter, only to see an unfamiliar pokemon that I couldn't make out. Below that pokemon was a pile of maimed bodies, nearly unrecognizable.

I remembered freezing in by tacks completely, not knowing what to do. It didn't take a genius to realize who the bloodied bodies lying on the ground belonged to. I remember looking at the pokemon, by vision being blurred by building tears. I blinked them away and went to attack the assailant, but it looked like they vanished, and then appeared directly in front of me. I received a death glare, and felt something sharp pierce into by midsection. The object quickly retracted, leaving behind nothing but a sharp pain, increasing with every second. I doubled over and covered my midsection with my arms, and the last thing I remember before losing consciousness was the back of a dark hand colliding with by face.

I woke up an unknown amount of time later, surrounded by the smell of blood and rotting corpses. I nearly vomited right as I regained consciousness, but the searing pain in my midsection distracted me from doing so. I looked down at myself and saw a waterfall of blood pouring from the center of my body. After grunting in pain on the ground for what felt like hours, I came to terms with a realization. I was going to die.

Instead of conforming to my original thoughts of lying down and letting death consume me, I forced myself to get up and move to the side of our shelter, and began to spread a message on the wall using the blood flowing all over by body. Every time I moved a muscle, I felt my body scream at me, telling me to stop, before I caused myself any more pain. I ignored the pleas coming from the center of my being and continued to draw blood from myself and construct a message on the wall.

If anyone ever came across this scene, they needed to know who was responsible, and they needed to know what exactly happened here, and who exactly died. I had no doubt that the pokemon responsible was a Void member, a group that we tended to avoid in our travels, knowing about the danger that comes with them. I wouldn be surprised if they had some kind of hgh position at the Void, considering the strength that they held. The four nomads I was traveling with and I, we all had a lot of combat experience and have dealt with numerous life or death situations in the past. Even with this experience behind us, that pokemon didn't seem to be damaged at all. They moved swiftly enough for me to not be able to react in the slightest, and had they not miscalculated what it took to kill me, then I would have been dead on the floor in an instant. Never had I seen someone move like that, and I would never see it again.

I finished writing the message that I forced my body to conform to, and then let myself relax, trying to accept my death as peacefully as possible. I was taking in short, forced breaths, and I felt more and more blood flow out of by body. Now that I relaxed myself, the pain wasn't as bad, but it still felt like I was stabbed ten times in the stomach.

I started to close by eyes, knowing that I wouldn be waking up. However, as my eyelids were closing, I saw a small flash at the other side of the shelter, and saw something green and white slowly approach me. Before I could decipher anything else, I let myself fall into a final slumber.

Kuro

After a little time passed walking to our destination, Naru and I were getting really close to reaching my old home. The same anxiety that I had been feeling during the entire trip here was still ever-so prevalent in my mind, despite my attempts to ignore it. I still had absolutely no idea as to what was causing this feeling to stir up inside of me. Even since by parents passed, I had been back and forth from that home, and had visited their grave more times than I could count, and I never had this strange nervous feeling about doing it in the past, so why was this happening now? Regardless of the reasoning, it has been bothering me ever since the idea of coming here was conjured up in the first place. ´Dealing with it when I get there´ is looking less and less viable the closer we get.

The way to by home was fairly straight-forward. There was a stone path that led from Myriad to another town a few miles away. In order to get from Myriad to where I used to live, you just need to follow that path until a certain point, and then walk off of it in one direction until you reach it. Now, instead of a path, we were walking through a field of grass, surrounded by a large amount of trees and other plants. I kept track of where we were going by using certain trees as landmarks, I put a claw mark in each of the trees that make up a path to my old home, and despite doing this when I initially left, the marks were still there. I think I had a general idea of where I was going even if the marks happened to be gone, but better safe than sorry.

After a few minutes of following marks on many different trees, I saw a familiar hill in the distance, leading to a cliffside. To the left of that cliffside, I saw what looked like a smaller hill with a large hole in the side of it, an entrance to said hill. That bump in the landscape was by old home.

As soon as my eyes found the familiar shelter, I was hit with a multitude of flashbacks regarding the exact image that was being processed to by head, looking at by home from the outside. Much to by surprise, the first memories that popped into my head weren't the negative ones, but old memories I had of just lounging around outside when the weather was nice. I used to love bright, sunny weather when I was an Eevee, but by evolution kind of turned me off of it. I still enjoyed being out in warm weather, but at times, it felt like the sun was burning into my skin if it was even mildly hot. I guess that being a pokemon of the moon has to make you feel discomfort at the sun.

I hadn't realized that I completely stopped walking as soon as I saw the place I previously lived in. I was too lost in by thoughts to register anything else in my mind. One past event played through by mind after another, from my mother teaching me basics of defending myself, to my father lecturing me about various subjects. All of my positive memories repeatedly stormed through my head, and I welcomed it.

"Kuro? Are you okay?" I shook my head in order to bring myself back to reality and properly respond to Naru.

"I'm fine, just having some flashbacks." I grew a small smile and closed my eyes for a few seconds. "It's hard to believe how long it's been since I actually lived here." I unfroze by body and began taking steps to towards the old den that I used to occupy. Once I made it to the entrance, I stood still for a few more seconds, observing the rounded hole in the side of a small hill. Looking at it again, I never really observed how unstable the entrance looked. I was surprised that it was still standing after all this time, but I was happy about it regardless.

Without stalling myself any more, I slowly walked into the den, taking in the sights I used to see every day as a child. As soon as I entered, the wooden table I used to eat off of is what my eyes observed. The wood still looked smooth, but also looked very worn down. It's to be expected, as this table hasn't received any type of maintenance in the past eight years, so time was taking its tole on the wooden piece of furniture. I walked up to it and set one of my forepaws on it. I slowly dragged my paw across the table, feeling the still-smooth texture that the wood had, but also took notice of the dampness and wear. I took by paw off of the table and began to walk to one of the two other rooms in the whole den.

I found myself in my old room, with nothing different whatsoever since the last time I was here. The room was still just as small, with nothing of note other than the small straw bed in the corner. I took a quick glance at the dirt walls, still as plain as they always have been. I never minded the plain appearance of this room, appearances in general really didn't matter to me in the slightest, as long as the room was stable, that's all I cared about. However, while looking around again, I didn't see the room as very stable. Regardless, it was still the same room I spent so much time in since I was a child.

I walked up to the bed in the corner and placed a paw on it. My paw instantly sank into the straws as most of them broke into pieces. I lifted my paw away from the bed and stared at it. Clearly time hasn't been as kind to this bed as it had been to the table in the main room. I looked up at the top of the room, also made up of dirt, and then closed by eyes.

I remembered how I used to always wake up with a ton of energy, and would sometimes get a bit over-zealous and fall off my bed as soon as I woke up, promptly landing flat on my face. I felt my lips curve into a smile, remembering how my mother would always say that I would get a concussion if I wasn't careful in the morning. I never really took her advice to heart, instead, I continued to fall down right as I got up, writhe in pain on the floor for a few seconds, and then promptly rise to by paws again to start my day. I was filled with such optimism back then, and the reason for that was the way I was raised. My parents' positive attitudes back then kind of reminded me of how Naru always tries to be as positive as possible, no matter the situation at hand. Maybe I can re-create that optimism I used to have…

After a few more minutes of standing in my old room, I finally decided to turn my body around and check out the last room in the den, which belonged to my parents. They never wanted me to go into their room without letting them know first, and now I know the reason why. The two of them were Ravens, and for one reason or another, they clearly didn't want me to find out. I took in a few small breaths, and then entered the room.

Their room was very similar to mine, if a bit larger due to them having more possessions than a single bed. Located inside the dirt rooms was a bed a bit larger than mine, as well as a small wooden crate in the corner of the room. That was it. I walked to the crate and placed a forepaw on the top of it, feeling the rough texture that didn't match the wood that our table was made out of at all. This wood wasn't made to be comfortable, it was made to hold items, and it did its job.

My parents always told me to never open this crate, as it apparently contained items they didn't want me to see. Or at least, didn't want me to see back then. I automatically assumed that it, once again, had something to do with them being Ravens. With this theory in mind, I hooked one of by claws under the top of the crate, and threw open the top of it.

Inside of the wooden storage container held a few colorful items that I immediately recognized. I reached a forepaw into the crate and lifted out two items that were wrapped around my paw. One of the items that I pulled out was a small necklace, made of a small rope-like string with a green gem in the middle. It was a gift that by mother gave to my father not too long after they met, according to them. The gem matched the leaf-like skin that he had, so by mother thought it was a great gift. He almost never took it off, but I was thankful that the one time he didn't have it on was his time of death. If he did, then the gem most likely would have shattered, and the best gift that by father ever received would be gone.

The second item that I pulled out was a scarf, similar to the one that I had wrapped around my neck, but instead of a light teal, the scarf was a dark blue, which created a nice color contrast on my mother's skin. This was a gift form by father to my mother, but it was given quite a bit later than the necklace was. Regardless, it had the same sentimental value to her that the necklace had to by father. These were the two biggest gifts that my parents gave to each other, and they both held them dearly.

After staring at the two accessories for a little while, I set them both back down inside of the crate I retrieved them from. The rest of the crate's contents seemed significant of the findings that my parents made while they were working as Ravens. I found a few unique-looking stones, and some old papers that had rather cryptic messages on them. My father always loved to look at history and legendary lore, and he loved to try his best to pass that knowledge down to me, despite me not really holding any interest in it. I guessed that these papers were part of what he loved about looking into history, and I could definitely understand how he was intrigued by everything he found out.

I observed a few more random items that were located in the crate, none of them holding the amount of significance that the first two items had, but all of them being interesting nonetheless. I liked finding all of these things that my parents owned, it gave me a good idea of what they liked beyond what little I knew as an eight-year old Eevee. I finally decided to exit the room, realizing that I had probably spent way longer there than I initially intended.

Right when I exited into the main room, I saw Naru sitting beside the table, looking around at the dirt walls that surrounded the den. I wondered how long she had been sitting there, she must have not wanted to distract me from looking through the den again, so she kept to herself. Once she noticed I was standing in the opening, she looked at me and smiled, but didn't say anything.

"I… Just want to go pay my respects to by parents, then I'll be ready to leave whenever you are." I told her. I Honestly could stay here for hours thinking about all of the things I used to do as an Eevee cub, but I didn't think that was the best idea.

"Oh! Do you mind if I come with you? I kind of want to repay the favor since you did the same with my parents. You can go alone if you want to, just asking." I smiled at the Glaceon, happy that she was being as considerate as she was. I knew she couldn't be the most comfortable right now, sitting in my old home while I observed it and thought about the past, so her just trying to support me meant a lot.

"I don't mind." I began to walk towards the entrance to the den. Naru just nodded in response and then followed me. Once we exited the den, I took notice of the sun beginning to set. I really had been just thinking about the past for a lot longer than I thought I had, it had been hours, but felt like minutes.

We walked to the foot of the hill that led up to where my parents' grave was located. I began to trek up the hill with Naru right behind me, and I felt that anxious feeling come back to me with a vengeance. It left for a little bit while I was checking out by old den, but now it was back, and much worse than before. I was surprised my body didn't have some kind of physical reaction to the feeling, but I just dealt with the feeling and walked up the hill until we reached the cliff.

I scanned the ground until I found what signaled the grave of by parents. Three flowers that were being fed by the sunlight and rain for years now. One blue flower, one green flower, and one brown flower. The three flowers had grown over the years since I planted them the day that my parents passed, but they were still more than recognizable as the same flowers that I had planted that day.

I walked as close to them as I could without stepping on them and then sat down. Right after that, Naru sat next to me, and we both turned our heads down to the ground and closed our eyes. Once again, I let my mind wander to all of the positive memories I had with by parents, and I relished in those memories. I did the same thing that I always did while visiting this grave in the past, just looked down and prayed, thought about everything my parents did, all of the fun times I had with them, and whatever they taught me. The same memories that were running through my head while observing the den replayed, along with a few others.

I remembered when my father used to tell me how dangerous the forest located directly behind our home was, and how he always told me to never do in there without someone to accompany me, and I remembered how I stayed terrified of the place until I went and explored it myself. I thought everything would be okay, so one day, I decided to try and traverse through the forest on my own, purely out of curiosity. I walked around it for a few hours, really enjoying all of the scenery and took note of everywhere I traveled, wanting to come back another time. Right as I was ready to head back to the den, I remember my father coming out of nowhere and picking me up by the nape of my neck before dragging me back. I then got scolded for going off on my own after the two of them explained how scared they were that something happened to me. Despite being upset at the time, I just smiled at the memory. My parents were just worried about me, so I really had the lecture coming.

I looked back on a time where I was being taught some ancient myths from my father, and I fell asleep in the middle of it. Once I woke up, he seemed overly distraught that I wasn't as interested in historical practices as he was, but then my mother came in and explained how uninteresting it was for a young child to hear about all of that. She then went on to explain how she was never interested in lore either, and that she much preferred staying with current times. This made my father go into a minor depression for the day, but after that day had passed, he was back to his normal, cheery mood. The two of them were always so lively, never creating a dull moment in my childhood. If only we didn't need to be attacked… Why did that need to happen? Why couldn't everything have turned out better?

I felt myself getting emotional, so I tried to cut off by thoughts. That didn't help though, I still felt negative emotions build up inside me, almost like a dam that was about to flood. I was confused by by feelings, I've done this exact thing so many times in the past, I've sat in this exact spot and replayed these exact memories time and time again. Why… Am I getting so worked up?

My breathing began to become audible, which I didn't immediately notice. I felt tears begin to build up under my eyelids, but I resisted. If I've done this so many time before, the emotions I'm feeling shouldn't be this strong, they never had been since the day everything occurred in the first place, so why? Why now?

My body began to slightly tremble, and it was beginning to get harder and harder to calm myself down. I felt the emotions in my body begin to overtake me more and more, my breathing became quicker and louder, and I started to shake even more. I still had my eyes glued shut though, not daring to open them until I had myself under control. I nearly forgot that I wasn't here alone, but I she reminded me of her presence.

"Kuro, are you okay?" She held a gentle tone, one that sounded comforting. She completely understood everything I was feeling, a very similar even happened in her life, and she dealt with the same emotions that I was feeling right now so many times in the past.

"I-I…" I tried to respond to her, wanting more than anything else to just say that I'm okay, that I wasn't having any problems with my emotions, that everything was normal, but I couldn't. As much as I attempted to talk, I ended up not letting anything out more than a whimper. I felt an unbelievable lump in my throat, completely disabling me from any form of speech. This had never happened to me before, to be such a slave to my current emotions that I couldn't even talk, or make a comprehensible sound. I was about to take one final push to bring by emotions down, one final attempt at calming myself completely, I was getting to the point where my rings were glowing, although faintly. By rings had never broken through by ability to control them since I learned how to do it in the first place, and now they're glow just kept increasing. Right as I was going to put by final push into action, I felt something make contact with by head.

I felt my head move without me trying, and then it was rested against something soft. I then felt something else rest on by head, taking up the space in between my two ears. I felt something else rest on by back, and begin to softly drag up and down it. I opened my eyes a small amount, my vision blurred by the few tears that made their way to the surface. It didn't take me too long to realize what kind of position I was in right now. Naru had pushed my head down towards her chest, and had her head resting on top of mine. She had one of her paws on my back, and was slowly bringing it up and down.

"Remember what I told you a little while after we met?" I listened intently to the sound of her voice. "Holding in your emotions is bad for you, when they eventually get released, it's going to be a lot worse. You even threw those words right back at me rather recently." She gave a small chuckle. "But, I want you to stop pushing down your emotions. It's clearly affecting you in a bad way, and it's only going to continue if you keep holding back. I know you do it at times because you need to be strong in front of others, as a Raven, but there are plenty of times where you don't need to do that." She took a deep breath. "This is one of those times, you don't need to act like you're not feeling upset, you have nothing to hold you back, so stop resisting your feelings."

I took every word that was just said to me straight to heart. I had a hard time determining how much I held back by emotions, and an even harder time knowing when I couldn't take any more. I had been building up concealed stress and emotions for a long time now, never really having any form of release. My emotions probably began to spike up as much as they did because of the amount of buildup that has accumulated over time. I felt like such an idiot. I knew that holding in your emotions wasn't good, and knew it was bothering me, but I never acknowledged it, not once. I kept on pretending that I could deal keep on dealing with whatever was thrown at me without a break, despite knowing the truth under the surface. Naru was right with everything she said, I tried to act a lot stronger than I am, just because I didn't want others to worry. I acted strong in front of pokemon I didn't know because, as a Raven, I wanted them to be content with the possibility of me needing to protect them. I acted strong in front of pokemon I was familiar with because I never wanted them to worry. I took on way too much, and never released any pent up emotions. This had to be pointed out to me by my partner, who was still consoling me the same way. I felt… Comfortable. It wasn't easy to explain, but whenever I was around anyone, I felt like I couldn't mess anything up, or I had to always act with a lack of negative emotions. I acted like I wasn't a pokemon, just like them, I had negative emotions too, and I had been holding them back for way too long. Naru made me finally accept this.

So I took Naru's advice, and let out what I had been holding back. I wept, sobbed, and cried my eyes out, not holding anything back like I had been previously. It was strange, I thought that I would have a problem with someone else seeing me like this considering nobody on the planet other than my parents had in the past, but I didn't care. I had to listen to Naru, I had to get all of by pent-up emotions released, or it would just keep eating away at me. Plus, while she was holding me the way she was, I still had a strange sense of comfort, despite the fact that I was staining her with my tears. It was similar to the way I've felt around her in the past, a feeling that I was unfamiliar with, but didn't dislike. I didn't spend too much time thinking about it, I was more focused on getting out any amount of sadness I still had inside of me. So, over the next hour, I did nothing but release that sadness.

Once that hour had passed, neither me, nor Naru had moven in inch. We were both in the same position that we were when she gave me a pep talk, and the same position in which I released my emotions. Although it brought me comfort, I knew that we couldn't stay like this forever, so I, a bit reluctantly, pulled away from Naru and took a few steps back, careful to not accidentally step on the flowers above my parents' grave. I took a second to wipe away the tears that were so evident under my eyes, and Naru wiped her torso a little bit, for the same reason. My eyes felt sore from crying, but I didn't care, the emotional release was well worth it. I took a deep breath, and looked at Naru with more red than usual eyes. I smiled appreciatively, and she returned it. I blushed slightly, thinking about what exactly I just did, which was release everything from my mind.

"T-Thank you," was all I could manage to get out. I appreciated what she had done for me far more than any words I can think of would be able to express.

"No problem." She responded with a smile.

The two of us then agreed that we should go back to Myriad before it becomes pitch black outside, so we did just that, without the anxiety I came here with.

Luna

I walked into the Void's main lab, eager to look at my test subject. I had high hopes for the turnout of the latest experiment, hopefully it had been perfected enough to serve the purpose I wanted. I was pushing it a lot when it came to what is possible and what isn't, but I had confidence. Essentially, I had one of our members retrieve a pokemon from one of our more recent missions. The admin assigned to this mission seemed to miss out on killing one of the pokemon he was meant to, but I was perfectly fine with this, after all, it created the opportunity to play around a bit. The body this pokemon had was so close to death that they might as well have already been gone, but we were able to salvage what was left and save their life, which shouldn't have been possible.

Genetically engineering pokemon is quite the interesting activity, especially when it can greately increase the strength of said pokemon in the process. Our plans for the most recently captured pokemon was to create a bio-weapon of sorts. The Mawile we captured went through a process we recently developed, one that should save their life, despite them being more than past their life's limit. No only will it save them, but it will also greately increase their competitive abilities. If he was able to mega-evolve, that would make the increase even more effective, but sadly, it looked like he hadn't reached that level yet, but we were still making use of what was given to us.

I arrived at the lab in question, a large open space with plenty of tables with a variety of tools and drugs we use for testing. The room was made out of a similar material to the rest of the Void, being a sturdy metal, sharing the black coloring that our cells have. The walls were near-invincible, which was needed when taking testing chemicals and experimenting on pokemon into question. In the center of the lab, there was a pokemon chained to a pillar. It was the Mawile in question, who had woken up from what they thought would be an eternal slumber. Judging by the look he gave me, and the erratic movements he was making, I believed that he was well-aware of his situation, which drew a smirk out of me.

The Mawile looked like any normal Mawile, except for a few… Minor discrepancies. Instead of its pale yellow body and black arms and feet, its body matched that of the large black jaw on the back of its head, along with a bright red circle on the center of its body. Its jaw may have kept its color, but the yellow circle that would usually be on the jaw was completely absent. Also, his eyes lacked their normal red color, and were replaced by a bright blue. To me, this was a masterpiece.

I walked closer to him, to which he thrashed around more and more, worried about what my plans for him were. Instead of hurting him, I just released his chains with a small dark beam shot from the golden ring on my forehead. As soon as he was free, he instantly took a battle stance and got ready to attack me, to which I just sighed.

"Come on now, I just saved your life, no need to be so hostile." He just scoffed in response.

"Saved my life? Give me a break! I know exactly who you are, and there's no way you just 'saved me' like that!" He shouted at me, increasing in volume as he spoke. "What… What the hell did you do to me!?" So he observed his body already. I smirked at him.

"Like I said, I saved your life, and also made you a lot stronger than you were previously."

"That's not true! Your group mindlessly killed a group of innocent children and nomads, there's no way you just saved me out of the kindness of your heart!" His stance tightened, looking as if he was about to attempt to strike me.

"Well you got me there." I chuckled. "Of course, you're working under me now, you should already know that."

"I'll never help you! I won't help anyone here!" With that, he shot at me, looking as if he was going to swing his jaw at me. I just sighed and closed by eyes. My body emanated a small glow, and a black, translucent dome formed around me. The Mawile slammed his jaw into the dome, but nothing happened. Once he took a few steps back, he looked shocked, but kept his assault going anyway. He continuously slammed his metal jaw into the dome over and over, but he was just hurting himself in the process.

"Honestly, even with a power-up, you do realize that you'll never stand a chance against me, right?" I held an unimpressed tone.

"I… I don't care!" He kept on slamming into the dome with all his might, trying to break through. After this continued for a few more minutes, I let the dome get released, and dodged under a swing from his jaw. He then tried to bite down on me from his position, but I stood on my hind legs and caught his jaw with my two forepaws, stopping it completely. I heard uneven breathing coming from the Mawile, he seemed to have tired himself out from his attempted assault.

"Looks like I need to show you your place." I said in a threatening voice. I pushed the Mawile away, and he stumbled a bit. I rose one of by forepaws off of the ground and extended a long black blade out of it. I harshly slashed it across his back, sending him to the other side of the lab. He shouted out in pain as blood rushed from his back. I rose my blade in the air, and swung it down. A large amount of very small black arrows appeared around me and flew towards the Mawile. Each individual arrow pierced their flesh, including the parts made of metal. I ignored the heavy breathing and shrieks of pain coming from the Mawile, and I pointed by blade at him. Just as I did, all of the small arrows exploded at once, shattering most of the glass in the lab and causing the Void's airship to quake. I pained and hoarse scream came from the Mawile, who then fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood. I would have killed him with that attacked, but thanks to our enhancements, he's wake up in due time.

I walked over to his body and looked down condescendingly.

"You better obey. I have a job for you."

Hello Readers!

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