Chapter 14 – Too Late

Owen had barely slept last night—nobody had answered his questions when he asked. They had said, what are you talking about? Maybe it was a lapse in memory. Sometimes evolution can change the mind slightly. Gahi is just confused. He'll sort it out. Don't worry, Owen. You evolved, too. Maybe you need to settle a bit?

But Owen knew that hadn't been some trick of the mind. It felt too… real to be a trick. But then—how could he know? If his mind thought it was real, but it wasn't… he wouldn't know. But then, why did he have that thought? Gahi did fly before. He was fast…

Days passed while Star went searching for more information about the Guardians. That left them with time to decompress. Willow had made herself a little mushroom village in her abode, where she happily conversed with her screaming, playful spirits. ADAM had spent his time obsessively polishing every corner of his abode until it was a smooth cube inside. Afterward, he had dedicated his time to "defragmenting," whatever that meant. Valle… did his thing in the town square.

The new normal was settling in. Every day, Anam would leave with Nevren to manage the Association. Rhys would leave with his students to take a mission or two after their usual meditation.

"I'm not crazy. Not crazy. Not…" Owen shook his head. "I know it happened. I—I can't just make that up, can I?"

"I'm sure you can't, Owen," Zena said. "But you have to admit, it's a little strange, don't you think?"

She was coiled up in the corner of her room, staring at a set of little marbles on the ground. Rhys had a bag of them in his room, and Owen knew the rules to a game they could play. He flicked one of two large marbles into the pile, knocking two out with precision. Zena, opposite to Owen, clumsily rolled her marble along her pink ribbon. It fell a few times, but a gentle, Mystic force kept it from hitting the ground.

"Mom's not telling me a thing. I tried pressing Dad, but he got so flustered that he exploded and hid in Mom's Fire Realm or whatever." He snorted and eyed the marble floating above Zena's ribbon-eyebrow. "Is that thing you're doing the same force you use to fly?"

"Hm? Oh, yes. It is." Zena fired the marble into the circle, freeing four from the perimeter in one shot.

"Good one," Owen said. The four marbles floated to Zena's side. "But, yeah. That's pretty cool. Maybe if I…" Owen focused on his marble. It wobbled in his claws, floating above his hand. It fell right after. "That's weird."

"It is," Zena said. "I think it's the same force that keeps some Pokémon afloat. Mm, Castform, Claydol, off the top of my head…"

"Levitation powers?" Owen hummed in thought. "Yeah, I didn't think about it that way."

"Hmph. Star said it was ignoring gravity, but that doesn't explain it all. We also choose which direction we want to float."

"Ignoring gravity," Owen repeated. He stared at the remaining marbles in the circle. There were just ten. But he saw a good angle, and he rolled the orb in. With one flick, the marble bounced against six of the smaller ones, pushing them all out.

"How did you do that?" Zena said.

"Do what?" Owen asked, picking up the six that fell out of the ring. "It's just a bunch of spheres. It's easy to predict which way they'll all go."

"Yes, but," she said, staring curiously "you predicted all of that?"

"Well, the last one was a little luck," Owen admitted. "Your turn."

Zena counted her marbles, then Owen's. "I can't win."

"Huh?" Owen looked at his marbles, then at Zena's. "Oh. You're right. Even if you got 'em all, I'd be two ahead…" He rubbed the back of his head, gripping his horn. "H-ha, sorry. Maybe I should've gone easier."

Zena flushed. "You were going easy?"

"No!" Owen said quickly. "I was just—I mean—"

"Don't go easy," Zena growled.

"Okay." Owen lowered his head. "Well—why don't you pick the next game?"

"Hmm…" Zena scanned the marbles. Owen helped to gather them into the small sack Rhys kept them in. She then eyed Owen. "I think I'm going to meditate. Would you care to join me?"

"Oh, sure. Um, can I meditate while reading something?"

Zena blinked. "I do not believe that is how meditation works."

"Well, I haven't been able to read for a while." Owen bumped the claws from each hand together. "I feel like my mind's getting rusty."

"Well, what do you read?" Zena asked.

"Books," Owen said. "I usually like nonfiction. Or comics. Actually, I think I kinda like to read books in general…"

"Books," Zena repeated. "You've said that word before. But I'm not sure what they are."

"Uhh—remember those weird, rectangle things in Anam's office?"

"You mean the one that was encrusted with his… mucus?"

"Please don't call it that." Owen winced, nodding. "Those, yeah. Well, you can actually open them on one side. It's filled with really, really thin sheets, called paper. And the paper has words on them. You can spend days reading one book, depending on how thick it is, and how small the letters are."

"Goodness, that sounds like incredibly detailed craft. It must be expensive."

"Not really." Owen replied. "We've got these things that can print them really easily. Nevren invented them with the help of some of the other Pokémon. You can make a bunch of copies of the same book really quickly—you could send it all across Kilo!"

"Kilo," Zena repeated, nodding. "The world, right?"

"Yeah. Wait, back then, you didn't even have a name for the world?"

"No, we did," Zena said. "But I don't think it was Kilo. In fact, I don't think Kilo Mountain was called that, either."

"Oh. What was it called before?"

Zena paused, looking down. "I can't remember. Perhaps I haven't used it in so long, I forgot. Q… Qu… Hm. I'm not sure." She sighed. "It's not important. Names change all the time."

Owen nodded. "Well, how about we get something to read, huh?"

He headed back to his home and slipped to his room, and then into a little alcove in the back where he kept his books. He had to buy special editions of them, printed on Rawst paper. "If we ever get you any books, Zena, I think we'll need to find some books made of Passho paper."

"Passho paper? Is that not a berry?"

"Yeah. It protects against water damage, so you can even read it underwater!"

"I've never heard of making something waterproof before," Zena said. "Let me guess. This is another one of those Dungeon items, or perhaps one of those odd blessings by Anam?"

"Yeah. Blessed berries and seeds and scarves really enhance their power. I heard that one blessed Chesto Berry can let you pull an all nighter easily!" Owen pulled out a book that was bigger than his head. "Here! Let's read this one together."

Zena blinked, rising a few inches higher from her leisurely coil. "I'm reading with you?"

"I mean, this might be interesting to read, don't you think?" He showed her the cover: Scarves and Seeds: Basic and Obscure Dungeon Equipment, Third Edition.

Zena looked tired just hearing the title.

"Here, let's go to the Scarves section, huh?" Owen said enthusiastically, walking to his bed. His flame was bright, lighting up Zena's eyes. She followed. He opened the book to the middle and started pointing and reading out a few of the standard Scarves, all of their effects, where they were found, and even their rarity when found in the wild.

Somehow, Zena became interested, coiling near Owen to read with him. The pages turned slower and slower; by the time they were reading about Pecha Scarves, Owen had paused for so long that Zena spent a good amount of time simply re-reading.

"Owen?" Zena asked, nudging his shoulder with one of her brows.

"Zena, am I crazy?"

Zena was quiet for a few seconds too long. "I certainly don't think so," she said. "Owen, it was just a lapse in memory, was it not? Gahi just evolved. It's simply not possible for him to have flown around before, and the evolution has everyone slightly confused."

"It feels so real, though," Owen said. "I… I don't get it. I know he—"

"Owen," Zena said softly, "don't get so worked up over it. Okay?"

The Charmeleon hesitated, but then turned the page. "Okay," he relented. "Thanks. I guess I'm just getting worked up over nothing. Lapse of memory from evolving. That makes sense. I guess the brain changes a little when you evolve, so maybe that's why."

Zena nodded. And so, they resumed their reading.

"So, I'm not crazy?"

"No, Owen. You're just fine."

"This one here is the Spire of Trials," Star said. "Fighting Guardian Manny lives here—he's pretty cool. We go way back. I'd go there, definitely." She pointed at the map they had brought in to Hot Spot's main square. The Spire of Trials was that odd, narrow triangle on the map to the east, just below Nightshade Forest. "Hmm, I guess the Sunshine Highlands is also a good one, that's the Flying Guardian, Cara." She pointed to the far west, where white hills dominated the landscape. "Uhh… Oh! And why don't we also try Forrest, the Ground Guardian in the Endless Expanse?" She headed southwest, to an odd, gray-colored portion of the map that looked like a place the artist forgot to finish.

The group agreed and started shuffling around to divide up their numbers. With three new Guardians, they could have a full team for everyone and then some. After the fiasco that was Alex's fighting abilities, he quietly retired to be replaced by someone else.

"I shall not go," said Valle.

"Let me guess," Star said, crossing her arms. "This place is your new mountain, and you're gonna keep watch of any abnormal movements here instead? One with the stone?"

"Yes."

Star sighed, rubbing her paws between her eyes. "Okay, okay. So, who else is going, then? We've got Anam, James, Zena and… ADAM, yeah, that's pretty balanced… that seems like a pretty solid group, right?"

Zena glanced at Owen again, but didn't protest.

"And then there's Rhys, and his three students… Okay, group two."

"Wait, hang on," Owen immediately protested. "Why can't the whole Team Alloy go together this time, huh? We're all evolved! That's gotta be strong enough, right?"

"Owen, that's not even close to strong enough on your own." Star motioned to Rhys, who was avoiding their eyes.

"I understand your desire to work as your proper Heart quartet," Rhys said. "However, I can't in good conscience send you four out alone. I must accompany them."

"But… but I'm never allowed to just go on a mission with them." Owen's tail dimmed. "Why not? Is it really that unsafe for me to just go out for a little while?"

Rhys nodded firmly. "The Hunters could take you at a single unlucky moment. We can't afford for a Guardian to be alone without any elites keeping them safe."

Owen wanted to protest. But he didn't find an opening; compared to the Elite Hearts, he was just backup.

"Sorry, Owen. When you're ready, but not now." Star then turned to look at the rest of the group. "Who's left? Willow, Owen, and Amia—oh, hey, Alex, you can come with us again! …Owen?"

"H-huh?" Owen straightened his spine.

"Owen, are you… okay?"

"Y-yeah," Owen replied weakly.

The group shuffled uncomfortably. Demitri, Mispy, and Gahi were a bit unfocused, too. It had been quite a few days since their odd lapse of memory, but it obviously lingered in all of Team Alloy's heads. Everyone knew it, but most didn't want to acknowledge it.

"Hey… don't sweat it, alright?" Star said softly. "It'll be okay. How about we just get to fighting, huh? Fighting is always fun! Right?"

This lifted their spirits slightly. "Y-yeah, I guess so." Demitri smiled. "Yeah… um—which one do you think would be the best fight? Of those three?"

"Well, Forrest will probably give you a lot of obstacles to go through. And I'm pretty sure Manny will be the same. Cara's more of a run-and-hide 'mon, so… maybe Anam should do that one, since he's the most outwardly friendly of us, y'know? And isn't on fire." She nodded at Amia.

"Oh, okay," Anam said. "So, we'll handle Cara. What about Forrest?"

"Ground, right?" Gahi said. "I can avoid all those attacks now that I'm flying. Levitate's a pretty nifty move fer all those techniques. I say we do that one."

"But Rhys is weak to Ground," Demitri said. The Fraxure worriedly glanced at his teacher.

"I will survive," the Lucario said.

"Guess that leaves us with Manny," Amia sighed. "I'm not much of a fighter, but… I will try."

"Excuse me?" Owen mumbled, recalling the time she melted the ground for Zena's new lake.

"And I will, too!" Willow said, hopping onto Owen's head. "You! Carry me when we go. Understood? You are my servant for the day."

"E-excuse me?" Owen said again.

"Now, Willow, at least ask permission," Amia said.

Willow growled. "You don't mind if you are my riding-Pokémon, do you, Charmeleon?"

"I—I guess I will," Owen said, looking away.

"Cool." Star clapped her paws in a soundless plap. "Then let's split up. If you guys run into any trouble, use those communicators like before. It might be useful!"

"Of course," Amia said, looking around. "Owen! Let's go. Willow, won't you lead Owen with us to Kilo Village?"

"Of course! Servant, you will move!"

"Okay…"

Amia giggled. "Oh, be a good sport, Owen. I'm sure Willow is just playing."

"I sure hope so." Owen looked up in an attempt to see the Joltik. He felt her balanced on the top of his horn.

"See you guys!" Demitri waved a tiny arm at the other teams.

"Be careful!" Anam called back. They all vanished, set to rescue the three Guardians.

The rocks of Sunshine Highlands glimmered like cut diamonds. There was no escape from the sunlight here, and the further along the highlands they went, the rockier it became. Everything was either white or prismatic; turning to the left risked seeing a rapid rainbow of colors, and turning to the right risked a whiteness that would rival the sun.

"I hope she's okay," Anam said, looking around through squinted eyes. "Cara, right? The Flying Guardian…"

"I guess that means she's got quite the… hrm." James said. "Well, perhaps her tendencies will be to flee rather than to battle."

"Yeah," Anam said. "But I'll take the lead, if that's how it's gonna be." He squinted, holding his slimy arm over his eyes. "It's so bright!"

"Indeed," James replied. "Part of the hazard here is how the rocks reflect the sunlight. We should have come here later in the day."

Eventually, Anam had to cover his eyes completely. "I can't see…"

"It's… quite difficult, yes," Zena admitted. She'd been slithering blind for quite a while, and had a splotch of slime on her neck and face from bumping into Anam so much. James kept his head down, using his natural hood to protect against most of the sunlight.

"We must advance," ADAM said. "My light sensors have been shut down due to overload. However, my other senses indicate that there is a Mystic aura further ahead, and is currently hiding. Would you like to continue? Options: Yes, cancel."

"Yes," Anam said. "I guess… I guess we should keep going. How much longer?"

"We are approximately 98% to the hiding spot."

"Oh, that's close!" Anam said. "So, we should be finished soon?"

"We are approximately 98% to the hiding spot."

"Um… yeah, so…"

"S-stop right there!" a shaky voice called out.

Anam stopped and tried to look ahead. He saw a flash of something flying toward them. Zena narrowly dodged the blast, but the strong gusts of wind left small cuts on her back. "Ah—ngh—that's not very friendly."

Anam squinted and saw a bird flying high in the—no, that wasn't a bird. It had wings, yes, but… it also had arms. And—something about the wings didn't quite fit, either. What was wrong with…

Anam saw flashes of brown when the light didn't fight against him, and he realized that this fuzzy Pokémon was a Lopunny, its ears transformed into sky-blue, feathery wings. She flew through the air with an agility that Anam could only dream of. She was also extraordinarily large—perhaps twice the size of a normal Lopunny.

"There! That's definitely the Flying Guardian!" Anam pointed.

"Wh-what do you want with me?!" Cara yelled back. "I don't want to fight! Please, leave me alone!"

"We aren't here to fight!"

"How can I know that?! You already came here once before! You—your kind—!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Anam said.

"Cara! Whoever came here before, we aren't them!" James outstretched his wings. "This is our first time here! Look!" He vanished into the ground in a black fog, and then reappeared. "Anam is the Ghost Guardian, and I am his spirit, yes? Did Star not tell you about us?"

Cara stopped her flying, but it was still too hard to see. "Wh-what do you mean?" She stopped flying away, and instead looked down at them. The way the sun was positioned, she was directly in front of it. "The Ghost Guardian, yes, I… I think Star mentioned you before. Yes. O-oh, I'm sorry. Hold on."

The lights of the crystalline field dimmed enough for them to see. They still sparkled white, but it wasn't blinding. Was she somehow controlling the intensity of the light?

Zena sighed. "Thank goodness."

"Yeah! I could barely open my eyes!" Anam said. "That's not fair, you know, fighting your opponents when they can't even see!"

"My visual sensors were completely shut down," ADAM said.

Cara beat her wings-ears a few more times. "I'm—I'm so sorry," she said, slowly descending. "I didn't mean—"

Anam suddenly went blind to a white flash of light. An instant later, the boom of thunder deafened him, leaving nothing but a loud ringing in his ears. Zena and the others shut their eyes again. ADAM blared an alert signal, but nobody heard it. The ringing faded. Anam tried to open his eyes, but everything hurt when he did, and he shut it again. Something heavy thumped dully a few feet ahead of him. He smelled something burning.

Anam felt James grab his arm and tug him back; he fell down and heard another thunderous explosion. If he wasn't so slimy, his body might have caught on fire. Anam knew not to open his eyes for a while, but when he finally did, through his blurry vision, he saw something black a few paces ahead. There was something glowing in this blackness. A pale, whitish light. It reminded him of the clouds that the bird Pokémon flew above.

Heavy paws walked toward the black thing and the glowing orb. A tiny, gray creature floated toward it next, wrapping it in some sort of cloth. The light vanished. A forceful, invisible blast blew the blackness away like dust. And finally, Anam's vision—as well as the others'—returned. Standing before them was Espurr Rim—and some… other creature.

Long, black fur along its head, chest, and rear; short, blue fur everywhere else. Bits of yellow in the ears and behind its forelegs, and a four-pointed star at the end of its black tail. But there was something different, too, from how Anam was familiar with the Luxray species. It was bulkier, with intense, sharp eyes and a slightly more elongated muzzle. Its fur stood even more on-end than usual, constantly sparkling with electricity, more like a Jolteon's fur style. Every so often, they saw black flashes—some kind of dark light, if he had to describe it—accompany this electricity. Its tail was long, and whip-like, like a Raichu.

Anam couldn't move. He just realized what had happened. That Luxray was the one who attacked—and the Flying Guardian, Cara, was—

Rim vanished with the strange Luxray, taking the Flying Orb with her.

The Endless Expanse was named as such because, upon entering the field, it was hard to determine where the horizon was. It was a great flatland that had a perpetual, thin layer of water over a field of salt. The water perfectly reflected the sky, blending into the horizon an eternity ahead of them. Every step that Rhys, Demitri, Mispy, and Gahi took into this flatland sent small ripples ahead of them, disturbing the salt on the ground.

Gahi's wings beat rapidly, making the most, but smallest, ripples. Demitri walked beside Mispy, and their steps, with Rhys', made the most impact. There was no Dungeon here. Instead, the challenge of finding the Ground Guardian came from actually locating him in the completely uniform mirror. It was too large for Mispy to detect a Mystic aura for the whole area, and the same went for Rhys.

Gahi flew ahead multiple times to get a better visual of the fields for any abnormalities. Each time, he returned with no news, and they advanced forward to continue their scan. Around noon, Mispy started to complain about food, and Rhys sighed and dug through his bag for their rations. Rhys winced when he realized that he also had brought some of the food he planned to use for later.

"GROSS!" Demitri shouted. "What is that?!"

"It's—it's leftovers," Rhys said, holding out what appeared to be a purple lump of… something. "I wasn't going to throw it away. That would be wasteful."

"I think it's moving!" Demitri said.

Mispy glared as if the purple food had insulted her.

"I didn't intend for it to be for you," Rhys said, holding the grimy-looking food in his paws. "This will be my meal, then. It's not as bad as you make it out to be. You may have these instead," he said, offering Mispy two large apples. Demitri and Gahi took one each, but they stared at Rhys. "What?"

"You're gonna eat that?" Demitri said.

"Of course," Rhys said. He then opened his mouth and—to their horror—he downed the purple lump in one gulp. They watched the lump descend into his chest. He cleared his throat. "It's not very difficult if you know the proper way to eat it."

"I thought you didn't need to eat," Demitri said.

"If I'm performing some strenuous effort, I do," Rhys said, looking ahead. "These past few days have been taxing, particularly after you decided to take on that high-ranking mission into the Southern Abyssal Forest."

"Bah, scariest thing about that place is the rumors, nothing else," Gahi said. "Okay, I'm gonna fly ahead and scan fer more weirdness, see if we can spot the Guardian, eh?" He flew ahead, having finished his apple.

Mispy finished her two by the time Demitri had finished half of his. She wrapped a few vines around his body and pulled him onto her back, where she happily carried him across the salt flats.

Gahi flew back prematurely, and his zigzag in the air suggested he actually found something.

"Let's hurry," Rhys said.

Gahi descended to their level. Once they all caught up, Rhys stopped, eyes wide.

There were claw marks in the ground that Gahi flew above. The ground was filled with huge fissures from some Pokémon's attack. There was also a pit left behind in the ground where the Guardian of the Ground Orb likely once was. Some of the pits were still filling, slowly, with water, suggesting that the clash was recent. But for a battle with a Guardian, the struggle didn't seem to be very intense, all things considered. Even their clash with Valle, while underwhelming on a relative scale, left quite a bit of damage.

"What is all this…" Demitri said, looking at the ground. The Fraxure couldn't help but admire his reflection, picking at a smudge on his left tusk.

"Good thing I can fly," Gahi muttered, looking at his reflection.

"I don't… sense anything," Mispy said. The Bayleef had her eyes closed, worriedly scanning for any sort of Mystic aura. If the clash was here, surely the Ground Guardian would be here, too.

"But it looks like something just got here. There," Demitri said, pointing at a particularly huge gash in the ground where water was still pouring inside. It was deep, but the bottom was clearly visible and the water level was slowly rising.

They saw something lying in the flat ahead. "What's that?" Mispy said.

"Let's look," Rhys said, running forward. Gahi was the only one able to keep up.

It seemed to be a small tree lying on the ground, cut near the base of the trunk. "What's a tree doing here?" Gahi asked. "There ain't a tree er a plant here fer… I mean, where'd it even come from?"

"This is a Torterra's tree," Rhys said gravely. "It grows on their back, Gahi. But for it to be severed like this…"

The water was covering most of it, but he saw heavy footsteps and multiple, converging imprints of other, attacking Pokémon. Rhys walked along and followed the path. He saw a particularly large pit in the ground—and at the bottom, he saw the victim. "Ngh." Rhys squeezed his paws, forming little flashes of cyan aura. "We're too late."

Gahi, Demitri, and Mispy followed Rhys. "What d'you mean?" Demitri asked.

The current of the water and swirling salt obscured the corpse at the bottom of the pit. Demitri flinched once he realized what he was looking at, covering his mouth in shock. Gahi's wings fluttered slower, looking for something to do with his legs. Anything but stare at something so morbid. Mispy frowned, pensive, wondering if he died quickly, or if…

Rhys fired a few weak Aura Spheres at the ground; salt and sand burst and shifted into the flooded pit, burying the bottom completely. Rhys closed his eyes and lowered his head for a few seconds, waiting for the body to be buried completely.

Then, he said, "It seems that the Hunters have arrived here shortly before we did. Unfortunately, they extracted the Ground Orb."

"Forrest…" Mispy couldn't tear her eyes away from the pit. On her back, Demitri trembled, suppressing a few sniffles.

"We… we could've saved him," Demitri said. "If we just got to him a day earlier…"

"A day earlier," Rhys repeated. "I have my doubts. The Hunters… Could they have been tracking our movements? After we rescued the first three, could they be trying to predict our trajectories, just based on which Waypoints we take?"

But Demitri, Mispy, and Gahi were too dejected—and perhaps, too inexperienced—to strategize in the middle of Forrest's unmarked grave. Without really suggesting it outright, they all stood there in a respectful silence until the pit completely filled with salt and water.

"I'm sorry for your suffering," Rhys said to the ground, head bowed in respect. Then, after another handful of silent breaths, he addressed Team Alloy. "There's nothing we can do here. Let's return home and report to the others."

"Should we use our Communicator?" Demitri asked.

"No," Rhys said. "We shouldn't lower anybody's morale. We're already going as fast as we can; they won't be able to go any faster than they already are."

"Okay," Demitri said. "If that's the case, let's just… I mean, yeah. Let's go back."

They didn't want to admit it, but Demitri, Mispy, and Gahi were all still itching for a battle. But in the solemn atmosphere of this lifeless salt flat, there was nothing to fight anyway.

Rhys dug through his bag, searching for their Badge. He dug a bit more. And then more.

"Rhys?" Gahi said.

Rhys looked up. "Where are our Badges?"

"Oooh… this place is a bit creepy," Amia said, hugging herself. There was very little light in this mountain's cave; only by her flames and Owen's tail could they see the path. The spire itself wasn't much to look at from outside. It merely appeared to be a giant spike in the ground, perfectly conical with an entrance on the southern side. Internally, it was a great, winding spiral of polished rock.

"I certainly didn't expect the Spire of Trials to be some sort of literal, ascending spiral inside," Alex said. "Just where are we going?"

"From the outside it looked pretty big. Just a giant spike sticking out of the ground. So maybe we're heading near the top?" Owen said.

"That's likely it," Alex agreed.

"Well, I don't like it!" Willow said, stomping on Owen's head with her tiny feet. "Owen! You're going to turn around immediately!"

"I—I can't just turn around! We're already inside!"

"Then make it prettier! I need fresh air for my fur! And good smells, too! And light! Make it brighter!"

"Mom, help!"

"Willow, dear, why don't I help make it brighter with my fire?" Amia offered. "I usually do blue light, but would you prefer something like green, or red?"

"Ooo! Make it green!" Willow said, hopping on Owen. "Green reminds me of the fields!"

"Green it is." Amia smiled and created a small fire bubble in front of them to light the way. This, it seemed, pleased Willow enough to keep her from complaining the rest of the way.

They walked quickly, but slow enough that they didn't trip on anything. By the time they were a quarter of the way up the spire—going in a sort of inward spiral—they suddenly turned to the right and saw a large chamber. Echoes of explosions and shouts and roars radiated from the opposite side. Owen had to concentrate to get a better sense for what the sounds were—it was… something else. Who was that? Those roars didn't sound normal. They were intense. Too intense for a normal Pokémon.

The chamber was at least a hundred of Owen's Charmeleon paces across. The walls looked like they had been buffered a thousand times over many centuries to get that perfect smoothness, and the same could be said for the floor. But there were imperfections. Cracks and faults, like battling had taken place there before. Still, the arena was empty. They could easily advance. The team of four stepped into the chamber and made it a quarter of the way across.

"Ha HAAA!"

After being so quiet to hear the others, the shout made Owen double over in panic, clutching his chest. Alex made the exact same gesture as Owen. Was it possible to die of shock? Perhaps not as a Mystic.

A spirit rose from the rocks in the center of the arena-like chamber. The Feraligatr pumped his fists in the air. His scaly arms were thicker than Owen's body, and the same could be said for the bulk of just about every other part of him.

"I am the First Guardian Spirit, Feraligatr Azu!" he shouted. "I am one of three that you must defeat in order to see the Fighting Guardian, the greatest and strongest fighter of the Dungeon!"

His voice boomed through the air—Owen wasn't sure if he wanted to hear him for much longer.

"You, a team of four!" said the Fighting Guardian Spirit. "What a perfect number! There are three of us in all, three Guardian Spirits! As the first… you are to give to me your weakest fighter, and we shall battle! If you lose… then that will be it! And you must turn away!"

"W-weakest?" Alex said.

"Wait," Owen said, tilting his head, "doesn't that mean you're the weakest of the three Fighting Spirits?"

"I—eh—" For a fraction of a second, his enthusiasm wavered. "No! I am the most powerful spirit that Manny can summon solid. I am at the perfect strength level."

Owen crossed his arms, frowning. "So there are even stronger spirits inside Manny? You're even weaker than what you said the first time."

With even more confidence and volume than before, Azu grinned and bellowed, "I am the third in line of the strongest spirits Guardian Manny can summon! I am truly formidable! And so—you shall NOT get to the higher levels without beating me!"

"B-but I'm not that good of a f-fighter, you see…" Alex admitted. "I—I wouldn't want to…"

"We don't want to fight Manny. We want to talk to him!" Amia said. "And… what's that fighting I hear from the rooms above us? It's coming from ahead."

"Manny is dealing with a number of guests at the moment. To be another, you must get past me!"

"So, they all got past you, too?" Owen asked. "How many times did you already get beaten?"

"My little Charmeleon!" Azu thumped his tail on the ground with a laugh. A few rocks flew in the air, and a few cracks formed on the ground with each scaly thud. "You say such INCREDIBLE things!"

"I—I think what Owen means," Amia said, "is… if we don't want to fight Manny, that means we'll only be doing three battles. So why don't we start with the second weakest in our group? And then the second strongest, and then the strongest."

"Ha! Then very well. Which of you is the second weakest?"

"I think that's Willow," Owen said without thinking.

Willow exploded with electricity atop his head, screeching and biting his horn. She tore off a few scales in the process.

"Y-yow! Ow! No, NO, bad Joltik—" Owen tried to grab her, but she was too fast. She hopped off of him and landed on the ground, skittering around the rocks.

"You're the weakest! You, you!" Willow screeched and hissed like a feral Glameow. "You have a clever mind but in raw power, you're NOTHING to me!"

"But Willow, you're smaller than my feet!"

Willow sent another volley of thunderbolts at Owen. The Charmeleon hopped in some sort of frantic dance, going from foot to foot on the cold, polished floor. Amia, sighing, rummaged through their bag for an Oran Berry. Willow prepared a great, shining ball of lunar energy above her head—but Owen quickly said, "O-okay, okay! I'll—I'll fight first! I'll fight!"

The Fairy Guardian let the charging Moonblast dissipate. "That's better."

Owen sighed. "Why aren't you bigger, anyway?" he asked. "Can't you evolve?"

"I look cuter as a Joltik," Willow said, raising her tiny body upward. "And going forward and backward in evolution is easy for a Mystic. It's not in one direction with a little divine power!"

"O-oh, okay."

"Stall no longer, challengers!" the Feraligatr said, thumping his tail one last time. "Approach me, witty Charmeleon! I shall show you the superior power of muscle!"

"Good luck, Owen." Amia smiled apologetically, giving him an Oran Berry to fight in top form.

"O-okay," he said. "I… I'll do my best!"

With a puffed-out chest and a blazing, red tail, the Charmeleon was ready. But then, during the walk toward the Fighting-Type Feraligatr, feeling the sheer power that radiated from him—despite his bluster, and despite the silly disposition of this spirit… he knew. He knew when he was standing face-to-belly with the behemoth of a spirit. Seeing every detail of his disturbingly chiseled body, his toughened scales, and his impeccable jawline…

Owen didn't stand a chance.