Josh's life had changed, as well. Some aspects for the better, some for worse. For one, Swift was becoming more and more like a real Pokémon by the passing month, the ashen construct showing Josh that he could use the devastating ELECTRO BALL attack to some of the greatest potential among any Pokémon. Since being able to cuddle and bond with the electric tiger (well, the best one could bond with a non-sentient construct), he had grown an appreciation for the creature's traits other than speed. He would have perished at Rhea Armistead 's bloody hands, had his Beast not drawn on the steadfastness hiding deep with Josh's subconscious.

The message had come up as unknown because Josh had gotten a new phone; he had lost his previous phone when he was abducted by the Loyal Three. The tone sounded familiar, which was the only reason he even replied to it:

If this is who I think it is, you'll know me when you see me. What's the address?

In an abundance of caution, Josh came armed to the teeth. Seated on the back of his ashen Beast, Josh controlled the Raikou within slow traffic. The yellow furs of his inert ZERAORA SYGNA SUIT made him stand out in the night's dark colors, the Champion looking much like a bipedal Zeraora himself in the wartime getup. Provided Alexei Ivanov had replied with the address or his coordinates, Josh would have little trouble finding him, if the Stormbringer desired himself to be found.