Above, the moon shone bright and silver. It lent an almost ethereal look to the scene before them. PCrate upon crate of Pokeballs gleaming in the sun. Fungi sprouted from surrounding lawns. The colors were strange, almost fey-like. Another volunteer screams as an Amoongus explodes in their hands. Mushrooms sprout from the fingers that had held onto it. Their cheeks look diseased as bulbous caps push through their skin. It is a truly disgusting sight.

Tiny lips press into an icy line. “You cannot just dig in there like barbarians!” She pushes the screeching idiot aside.

The blonde is attempting to corral the volunteers into some semblance of order. It was like trying to herd Liepard. People are shouting out their discoveries in this sector like the poison type’s discovery is a winning lottery ticket. Some fool has decided to tally the captures. Suddenly, the military supply mission is a competition. “Put zem to sleep first! Calm them!” Another crate top falls to the pavement. “Do not just dig through half the box! This is not a spot check!”

A sigh shakes the former officer as she tries to curtail these issues. Her boot jerks backward as a crazed fungus threatens to trample it. One of the volunteer’s Bolthunds was chasing it through the aisles. “Do not just—corral all of them into one area. It will be easier to remove the chains!”

Eventually, she is successful. With several steely companions—and a pair of long gloves—Lydia finally begins to sort out her own supply. When she finally finds a Foongus, she holds it aloft above Gattien. “Now!” A dip of his head severed the chain.

Lydia braced herself against the crate. Her vision swims for a moment. “Thank you.” One down and Arceus only knew how many to go.

The reports of a tormented Latias put urgency in Lydia’s step. The Eon Duo were a beautiful mythology of light and joy. They were not meant to be tormented. Whatever sick bastard was doing this would pay. Perhaps not today or tomorrow but in the court of Arceus. The poor thing is frenzied. This is the veteran’s thought as she watches the Latias dash back and forth, its panic apparent.


While she did not hesitate against many of the other possessed, she could not immediately move. Gatien and her Iron Valiant seemed surprised by this. Their inscrutable, pixelated eyes stared at her with apparent confusion. They shuffled in place, eager to deal with another threat. In between the two, her Kingdra hovers above the muddied earth. There is pity in his fiery gaze.


The woman’s slicker keeps off the worst of the torrential rains. But through the humid veil, it is tough to see the creature in question. That is made worse by the balls of Mist hurled in every direction. We need to hold it still. This is her thought as she chews at her lips. She certainly wishes to assist the Liatias, but its rampage is dangerous. Perhaps they could reuse a trick from earlier?


“Triton!” The Kingdra dips his head. “Wait until her brother nears and erect a Twister. This should aid him with his extraction.” Hopefully, it would also shoot the Mist Balls away from the bluff they stood on.