it's time.

the clock on his wristwatch reads a few hours after midnight. the destination and the objective was certain for priam. it's something that he has been wanting to accomplish for two years, with an angle showing itself a year after, and finally, a means to acquire such methods to do it just recently.

he arrives at navel rock atop his braviary, managing to arrive at the piece of land under the curtain of the night. the tower still stands high. fond memories remain in its halls, having obtained a dear partner from it, but fragments of the past mean nothing to the gifts of the present once this goes through.

the moment priam goes into the first phase means the start of a series of particular time-limited actions. no hesitation comes when the point of no return shows itself. from up in the air, priam drops off a group of pokeballs, each releasing pokemon with volatile compositions, at the base of the tower.

"boom," a whisper sounds.



the impact of their explosions rock the tower considerably. his own personal tests with ivory tree's mulch gives his grass-type pokemon's destruction much more potent, with the whiplash almost knocking off priam from his braviary. while attempts to infuse infinity energy to his other pokemon wasn't as effective, any kind of help matters.

an explosion in the middle of nowhere wouldn't garner enough attention right away, but the certainty of it diminishes as time passes on.

"guzzlord!"

an initial attack means little without a double tap. priam's second piece takes its first move as he releases it from its ball. a dark, hulking form drops down from above, shaking the earth another time. it opens the gaping maw from its stomach, as if performing an already rehearsed action.


the ultra beast charges at the damaged foundation of the building, throwing its appendages wildly as it heavy slams at what remains of the building. completely leveling the tower with the pokemon's brute strength isn't much of a question of how, but rather, when.

it starts to crumble from underneath, as if sinking. the floors of navel rock's tower of strength collapses one by one as the guzzlord takes in its fill with debris going straight to its infinitesimal appetite.

the process doesn't take long when one considers the tower's height. the guzzlord eviscerates the building in a matter of minutes, though impatience starts to get priam uncomfortable. he wants this done soon. the end goal is already within his reach.

he orders his braviary to get him down as soon as he sees his guzzlord finish the rest of the building to ground zero. he recalls the last image of the tower during his trip to dialga's realm and immediately rushes to the place he last assumed his objective lay. one hand recalls the ultra beast back to its ball and another immediately reaches for a bag.

the guzzlord had already removed most of the topsoil, making it easier for priam to locate the remains of those that fell during their hunt for the underboss. the prized blue mulch all get placed on top of it.


prolonged exposure was the one requirement for it to take effect. priam doesn't want to take the remains with the risk of leaving something behind, nor can he leave it lying around for the public eye. he takes out a secret weapon, borrowed from another rocket operative for a generous trade.

"roar of time."

he's been told to use it with caution, a word that wasn't in priam's dictionary. liberal use of it should've been expected from it, though there's really only one thing he needed it for.

the smeargle waves its tail and points its tip to where priam had directed it to. the space around them warps as the fabric of time is disturbed with a single use of the move. priam sees the events of the navel rock tower's raid unfold before him in visions, though he disregards it in favor of the gabite that meant little to the grand scheme of things.

the pokemon collapses from the use of a legendary's move, falling over to the ground. priam clutches on a plate as good luck, thinking that maybe having it around would make dialga's move much more effective. it was wishful thinking, but priam will take the minute chances of it being true over nothing.