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It was an uncanny and uncomfortable feeling to go through Dewford Town, even when she'd only heard the most nebulous and austere descriptions of how Regice had reduced the town to a frozen wasteland only a few months ago. The inhabitants had rebuilt, though, and the rift within Granite Cave loomed as large as ever, retaining its extraplanar link to the innards of a god.

And this, too, was even more unsettling to Aurelie. To go into the belly of not just any god or Legendary, but Eternatus itself. In the dream of Galar-that-never-was, it had been one of Calyrex's direst enemies, along with Necrozma.

Here, more than the two other worlds she'd visited via the primal rifts, Aurelie wondered and feared the possibilities of being trapped here forever. Or of being noticed and discovered, somehow. Here, more than anywhere else, she dimly grasped the sheer scale of gods and how extraordinary they truly were.

The redhead stole a sidelong glance at her two companions within the Ultra Deep Sea, wondering if the same thoughts ran through their minds. But Dr. Sato and her assistant Rhys—whom Aurelie somewhat remembered meeting in the Great Chasm—were scientists. Maybe they were thinking about dissections and microscopes, or warping the fabric of reality, or whatever.

Cautiously, she cleared her throat. "So, I guess before you two can conduct your experiments, we need to clear out a proper place for a base, right? Or research station, or whatever it is you need."

Aurelie looked around at the narrow grotto in which they found themselves, slightly sheltered from the moods and vicissitudes of the alien cave-like world. "This seems like a good starting point for one. But it could use more space..."

Releasing her Tinkaton, she nodded to the small metalworker Pokemon. Obligingly, the Tinkaton began using GIGATON HAMMER to start carving out the walls of the grotto and enlarging it. Hopefully, soon there would be enough space for Nomi and Rhys to set up their research equipment and establish some kind of base within the body of Eternatus itself.

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Rhys Collins | Naomi Sato

Notes
- Targeting the "Steel/Poison/Rock-type 300 power total" tile in top left
- Using Gigaton Hammer (+160 move power)

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As Naomi Sato's Heatran dug deep into the rocky—yet somehow unpleasantly organic—ground, a vile spurt of purplish poison shot upward, showing that they had struck...well, probably not gold, but some sort of discovery, anyway. The poison pooled along the ground, the same color as the poison oozing down the cavern walls. Aurelie couldn't help gagging in disgust.

"Arceus, that's the grossest thing ever!" she grumbled, making a face. "Why couldn't Rocket decide to expand further into someplace less...squelchy, like the Mechanical Kingdom? I'd much prefer robots and gears to this."

Holding her nose, she bent forward to look at the fluid-coated finds that the Heatran and Tyrantrum had unearthed and uncovered. Her eye widened. "Ooh, look at that pot thingy! Or is it an urn?"

She pursed her lips in thought and peered closer, reaching forward instinctively to brush fluid off before hastily pulling her hand back just in time. "It kind of reminds me of the bowl that the Megalopolans used to make their mochi. Something about the metal it's made from and the little decorations on the side."

A shiver rippled through her as she remembered the different times she'd encountered Megalopolans and their mochi. Aurelie looked questioningly at both Nomi and Rhys, whose Tyrantrum was diligently clearing away rubble still.

"Do either of you know whether the Megalopolans ever came here, too? Or if they might even be here now?" The redhead grimaced at the thought, baring her teeth. It made sense that they might be here in this poison-riddled realm, probably swinging Toxic Chains around.

"Not going to lie, if I catch a glimpse of blue skin, I might start reaching for those explosives we brought and chucking one of them at them..." Despite her faint, crooked smile, her tone was low and somber, and her expression was grim as she darted a few paranoid glances back and forth.

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Rhys Collins | Naomi Sato

Notes
- Bombs away on the bottom right tile, "Any type 600 power total"