In the kingdom of grass, op in their city in the trees, the party was a little more modest. Nevertheless, the grass types were sleeping of the effects of their mead and wine, when the sentries heard the sound of beating wings. Always ready for an attack from the flying types, with which they had a hasty and questionable non-aggression pact with, the troops on guard sounded the alarm to summon more troops. Meanwhile, the troops on guard peered closer into the night. What they saw was truly terrifying. Out of the receding gloom came the king of darkness, Yveltal. Behind him were squadrons of Mandibuzz and Honchkrow. Hydreigon squadron came in from the south, blasting buildings apart with dark pulse and dragon pulse. Yveltal threw his head back in a roaring shriek, before destroying an entire grove of trees with oblivion wing. Houndoom packs swarmed through the streets burning buildings, and the occupants inside. Darkrai descended upon the city like a demon. A brave Breloom rushed him to try a Close Combat, but fell asleep halfway there. His body convulsed as his spirit was absorbed through his dreams. Then he lay still. from the west, an army of fire types rushed upon the helpless a matter of two hours, there was nothing left of the grass city. There were a handful of surviving grass types, while the dark and fire types took few casualties. The human watched as the fire types celebrated with the dark types and Yveltal and Darkrai talked in hushed tones. As he watched, Darkrai's eyes swung towards him. The human, naked Brock, remained motionless. Darkrai turned back to his king. Brock turned back. He must report this to Ash.
"There was a human watching us." Darkrai said to Yveltal. "Should I have him followed?"
" Yes, I want that camp found." He replied.
" As you wish" replied the Dark type general. " Their camp will be found."