NSO Chapter 36
I don't own Pokemon.
Zenith was still surprised that he could still open his eyes, and even more so about where he was. He was no longer a dead body, sinking through the freezing, murky depths of the ocean; rather, he was doing so in an endless expanse of darkness. The light of his rings failed to illuminate the plate, or maybe there was nothing to light up at all. Looking down, he noticed that the state of his body had not changed along with his location. It was still in bad shape after Sylvie's brutal beatings, but by some miracle, he was still alive and functioning. There was almost nothing left of his torso, an enormous cavity in his chest, where most of his fur, skin and flesh torn to shreds under sharp claws, revealing ruptured organs and scratched bone. Vessels and capillaries were sliced, their contents leaking out into the void, red balls of liquid floating around Zenith, unbound by the laws of physics and nature. Multiple puncture wounds were visible in his heart and lungs, but they continued to function as per normal, expanding and contracting rhythmically. However, this unnaturalness was literally outshined by a glowing white orb appearing before Zenith, expanding in all directions to fill up the void. As gravity took hold once more, it was accompanied by the flailing of paws as the surprised Umbreon hit a cold, white marble floor. A shower of blood droplets splattered around him, staining the pristine patterned tiles.
From his limited view on the floor, Zenith saw four pointed feet step in front of him, each foot tipped with a golden hoof.
"Hello, Zenith. We've been expecting you."