Zycron looked at N in surprise.
"N? What's going on? Why are you wearing those robes?" Zycron asked out of disbelief.
"Let's just say, Ghestis and I have come to an agreement," came the reply.
Zekrom's rumbling voice filled Zycron's mind, "The Warrior of Truth... What will you do against the Ideals of the world?"
Zekrom then flew off, N on his back. The force of Zekrom's ascent knocked Zycron off his feet. He had hoped never to see that horrid black dragon ever again, especially after it had attacked him and Sera. there was only one thing to look for: the Vast White Dragon. Reshiram.
Zycron and Espeon ran back down the tower's stairs, just to run straight into Cedric Juniper.
"Did you see that?! That looked like Zekrom!" Juniper said excitedly.
Zycron looked at him with a grim face and said "It was...". Then the Holocaster rang.
"Urgent News! Nacrene City has just been wiped off the map! Only a few survivors have been spotted! Among them is Gym Leader Lenora, who is badly injured! We will keep you updated!" The newswoman said.
Zycron stared in shock at the now deactivated Holocaster. Nacrene, a town he had often visited with Sera, was destroyed...
"I've got to go, Cedric! You keep safe." Zycron yelled as he ran towards the town, calling out a Pidgeot to fly him there, "And keep me posted via XTransceiver!"
"Got it!" Cedric yelled back.
Zycron, tears now openly streaming from his eyes, whispered out loud, "I will destroy you, Team Plasma, for destroying so many towns I love. No one messes with this world like that and gets away with it, or my name isn't Zycron Shade."