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The mist cleared, the nameless bear pokemon that bore his own fighting spirit found its infinity energy dispersed, and seemed to stand beside him, fist pressed to the floor, on a singular knee as Kouji fell to the ground. Michael Navidson, was not a thought on his head, Kouji didn’t care about him, about their battle, about the battle that followed; his body had nothing left. Over twenty four hours of battle, and he found nothing else left inside of his body; he was exhausted, he’d spilled blood.
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”Did we win?” He asked the question that sat on his mind, but he didn’t care, not in truth. He faded, his consciousness faded, and perhaps depending who found him, so would his life.
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But it was worth it.
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Because this life was worth nought but the blood it spilled.

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After the battle ended, she makes her way back to Lilycove City on the back of her Noivern and having to heal most of her Pokemon at the Pokemon Center when she wished that she should have contributed more to the league. The royal was tired, battle-weary, but she wasn’t hurt significantly in the fight after she and the pinkette man parted ways from their bout with the ninja suited man. Still remembering that paxton concordas told her good job and offered her a piece of the beef jerky to which she had taken it to eat, she had to give him a much needed apology for worrying him so much about her not so combat ready outfit.[break][break]

Finding the large manor belonging to Amor Rose , Elise rings the doorbell to find the elderly butler receiving her inside and being taken to a guest bedroom since he had known she was tired from a long battle. In spite of the league’s loss, she did manage to get two strange Pokemon from her travels inside the rift and hoped to use them for training at some point. Closing the door of the guest bedroom and sitting on the bed, her Mismagius materializes near her as she looks over to the ghost. “I need to get stronger if we want to have a chance to battle him again. As much as I hate to admit it, my battling skills leave much to be desired.”[break][break]

Other than her encounters with other members of the league including her boss in the ranger department and mentor, her encounter with the ninja suited man where he told her of the league’s corruption and that he didn’t want her with those who were outright murderers and corrupted individuals.[break][break]

This raised the question of what was justice in both factions. If the league itself was capable of corruption, could it have been changed from the inside or succumb to further evil? She did spoke in their second battle back when she failed to protect the communications tower to separate herself from the league from learning this info from him.[break][break]

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What did one do when there is an evil that one cannot defeat by just means? If it was up to her, she'd stain her hands with evil to destroy evil.[break][break]

Even if people remained steadfastly just and righteous if it means they would surrender to evil.

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Team Rocket had secured the Seal Stone.  

On the Sotally Tober's deck still stationed in Dewford waters, Angelo hears wind of the unfavourable development. Bruise dusted knuckles squeeze the railing, but the acidic taste from the loss of a priceless, navigational relic is diluted.

For blue eyes are ensnared beyond the war ravaged island, to something not yet seen - towards a warning of what was to come.  

He presses his hand to Latios's neck as they stare sombrely out onto the horizon, comforted by one another's company despite grim awareness. 

Don't worry. 

Because if they struggle to maintain hold over victory now, how better would they fare when the inevitable calamity eventually falls? 

We'll swing things back in our favour.

He'll survive. They'll survive.

skyler dross, them, their family.

I'll make sure of it.

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"What?!"[break][break]

Gunner ripped off the filthy, sweaty mask that covered his face. His hair clung to his forehead and his body groaned with the ache of a dozen bruises. Standing amid the bustle of an aid station at Dewford Town, he stared incredulously at the radio operator who'd relayed the message.[break][break]

Team Rocket had secured the Seal Stone.[break][break]

"That's impossible!" he shouted, rage building. "What happened?! How could we let them take it?!"[break][break]

But the only answer was the shake of the operator's head. Gunner threw his mask at his feet, swearing loudly. Then he sat down hard on a nearby chair, head in his hands. A dozen scenarios played through his head of the battles he'd just survived. If he could have done anything differently, anything at all, could that have changed the tide?[break][break]

And then, as he replayed the brawl with the masked Rocket who'd been beating up GIDEON GRAVES, Gunner remembered his reason for approaching the radio operator in the first place.[break][break]

Looking up, he asked, "Nevermind, forget about that. We'll deal with it. Can you send a message to everyone? I'm looking for someone. I think he's still out there."

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[attr="class","star2tsu2"]The symphony comes to a climax. Heartbeat that reverberates through your head accompanies the rushing of blood, making up its rhythm. The plucking of sinew and muscle as its strings. And, of course, the rattling of hollow bones, rushing of air through them with every breath, to serve as its melody.[break][break]

You've heard it for what feels like an eternity. It's a song that's been seared into your mind, you very soul. Completely unforgettable. It is the voice beckoning you from the bottom of the abyss, the l'appel du vide that searches for you endlessly, wherever you go. [break][break]

You had thought, however, all this time, that you were merely in the midst of madness, the peak of your derangement, fallen into a world where nothing makes sense and seeing hallucinations. You had thought that your brain was summoning visions from thin air to fill the gaps it couldn't comprehend. Now, though, as you look out from the bottom of the void, you realize it was not a song made of your own delusions. [break][break]

It was this very realm come alive, as if you were in the belly of a great beast.[break][break]

You gaze at it, heart beating above you.[break][break]

A jettison of light that blinds you, though you dare not look away. It leaves you breathless, steals all your reason, rips away all shreds of ego and sanity you have left. Leaving a sole reminder, how small you are in the kosmos. [break][break]

This beating heart you gaze upon blazes like a thousand suns, the core at the center of it all. You can't tell whether it's real or merely a vision, just another dream. A dream of the sleeping titan who desperately seeks to consume you entirely, not just as food, but as something else. [break][break]

It gazes back from its slumber, gazing through you, and your brain's split apart.[break][break]

You raise your hand to your face, wipe away the blood dripping freely from your nose. [break][break]

You can see straight through your skin, translucent as if you're becoming a fetus again. Almost like the skin of a squid, though it grows more severe the longer you stare through it, as if even perceiving it makes it grow across your body. As if you're fading away before your very eyes.[break][break]

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In the red light pooling from the heart the image of the universe refracts through your limbs like a crystal, bathed in the light of this phenomenon. The sight alone saps all of your strength, and you fall to the crystalline floor of the heart antechamber, drained of all strength.[break][break]

"God... God, it can only be... God... God..."[break][break]

Stammering, foolish, weak words spill from your lips just as blood. You taste the iron in the air, nearly choke on it. It fills you with revulsion, a reminder that you are and will forever be mortal, nothing more than human. Reminder of your frail body. [break][break]

Let the toxins take you, let them rid this world of you.[break][break]

Let eternity consume you.[break][break]

Sorry, Michael Navidson ... guess it was all for nothin'... in the end...[break][break]

Those final thoughts hang over you, corroding your heart like venom as you collapse at the bottom of the sea. Drained, exhausted, completely unraveled by the madness of the sea.[break][break]

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You open your eyes wide with a gasp. [break][break]

Glance around a dark room. [break][break]

You're in a hospital bed, judging by the heart monitor beeping next to you. And as you listen further, you can hear the familiar breathing of one Michael Navidson in the chair nearby. [break][break]

It's hard to tell where dream and reality begin and end, like a snake eating its own tail. You recall some philosopher spoke one time of waking up from his life as a human as a butterfly. [break][break]

Which was reality, which was the dream being woken from? [break][break]

It's hard to say. But you feel it to be real, as real as anything else, that heart calling in the void. [break][break]

If anything is true, you know it to be that blinding sight.

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