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"RROOOAAARRR!"
Rayquaza let out a high-pitched, piercing dragon's cry that echoed across the sky, an ancient sound of dominance.
Its long, serpentine body twisted through the air, shimmering with emerald scales that shimmered under the stormy clouds.
It wasn't just a display.
It was a warning.
Groudon and Kyogre responded instinctively.
Without a word, they unleashed their own auras, the very air growing heavy with pressure as their elemental energies surged.
Earth and sea, once locked in eternal rivalry, now aligned for a single purpose: challenge the Sky dragon.
Rayquaza's golden eyes narrowed.
A flicker of irritation sparked within them.
So… the underlings were rebelling?
Had they slept so long that they'd forgotten who was the boss?
Rayquaza didn't move, yet the oppressive force radiating from him pressed on everything nearby, suffocating and divine.
"ROAR!!!"
Groudon broke the tension first, unleashing a thunderous bellow that made the ground tremble.
The glowing Omega symbol on its body pulsed with crimson light, radiating an intense heat that bent the air itself.
Then, with a mighty stomp, the earth responded.
Molten spikes of lava burst violently from the ground, arcing toward Rayquaza like blazing spears, each one crackling with enough heat to melt steel.
Precipice Blades.
A move worthy of the continent-shaper.
As the attack surged upward, Kyogre let out a cry of its own, less rage, more cold fury.
Blue light rippled across the Alpha symbol on its body.
The sea beneath churned violently, waves crashing as the primal whale thrashed its massive tail fin.
Then, it leapt.
A titan rising from the depths, Kyogre summoned six radiant orbs of blue energy, each pulsing with the life force of the ocean itself.
They hovered around its body, humming with devastating potential.
Origin Pulse.
Together, Groudon's and Kyogre's powers surged toward Rayquaza, two forces of nature aiming to strike down the third.
On the distant cliffs, Wallace's expression darkened.
Even the ever-elegant Champion showed signs of unease.
The others stood frozen, tension running high.
In the legends, Rayquaza was the one who quelled their chaos.
The sky's guardian.
The dragon above all.
And yet, this power.
Groudon's molten spikes could scorch the clouds themselves.
Kyogre's orbs churned with the force of tsunamis.
Would even Rayquaza survive such a combined assault?
Cynthia clenched her hands tightly.
Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as her gaze locked onto the green dragon's back, specifically, the figure riding it.
Sam.
A mistake, and he'd be gone, erased by divine forces not meant for flesh and blood.
Her worry wasn't for Rayquaza. It was for him.
And the storm wasn't waiting.
Just as the twin attacks were about to collide with Rayquaza, Sam felt something stir.
Not from the outside, but from within.
A voice echoed in his mind.
"Inheritor..."
"Lend me your power. Now."
Rayquaza's voice wasn't demanding; it was ancient, patient, and undeniable.
Like the sky itself speaking.
Sam didn't hesitate.
"I understand."
Without even realizing it, he allowed the three divine energies inside him to flow out.
They flowed through him, wild and radiant, before pouring directly into Rayquaza's body.
It was as if his own strength, memories, and very soul were being drawn into something greater.
The energies vanished from him in an instant, devoured by the dragon.
But he didn't feel weak.
Rayquaza felt alive.
The runes on its body ignited.
The Delphic symbol on its forehead, long dormant, blazed with radiant light, too bright to look at directly.
"RROOOAAARRR!"
Another roar tore from Rayquaza's throat.
This time, it wasn't a warning.
It was a declaration.
A storm exploded outward. Winds screamed.
Lightning streaked.
The sky itself seemed to shatter.
The divine dragon surged upward, the air splitting in its wake.
Sam clung tight to its back, protected within a cyclone of pure energy.
A shimmering armor of light wrapped around them both, dragon power condensed into a protective force no mortal weapon could pierce.
Rayquaza's body extended, its speed multiplying beyond visible motion.
It didn't fly, it launched like a blade.
This was no ordinary attack.
This was its true might.
Dragon Ascent.
With divine fury, Rayquaza tore straight through Kyogre's Origin Pulse.
The blue orbs cracked and shattered, the oceanic energy dissipating as if sliced by the sky itself.
Not slowing for even a moment, Rayquaza spun through the chaos and dived straight into Groudon's incoming Precipice Blades.
The molten pillars cracked on impact.
And then, BOOM.
A shockwave erupted, shattering the clouds and pushing the sea back by miles.
Thunder rolled across the horizon.
The earth quaked.
And from within the pillar of light and fire…
Rayquaza emerged, untouched.
The explosion was deafening.
Even from a distance, the shockwave forced everyone to cover their ears, the sheer force pressing against their chests like a hammer.
The air trembled.
Dust whipped across the cliffside.
Cynthia, Wallace, and the other elites stood frozen, eyes wide, staring into the heart of the blast.
No one spoke.
Not a single sound, except the thundering wind and the crackling energy that still danced in the sky.
The atmosphere had turned heavy, thick with tension.
It was as if time itself held its breath.
Then,
From within the smoke and chaos, a green streak cut through the sky.
Rayquaza.
Soaring with absolute majesty, it rose high into the heavens once more.
"RROOOAAARRR!"
Its roar echoed like thunder rolling through the region.
Not a cry of pain, no, this was victory.
Dominance. A message.
The Origin Pulse had shattered.
The Precipice Blades had been broken.
And for Rayquaza?
It had been nothing.
The dragon's eyes gleamed with fierce intent, sharp and unwavering.
Not even a scratch on its gleaming emerald body.
It hadn't just survived.
It had won.
Before the stunned titans could recover, Rayquaza coiled mid-air and launched another assault.
BOOM!!!
The sky detonated again.
An even more violent explosion tore through the battlefield.
Blinding light. Screaming wind. Raw turbulence.
Green light flashed like blades across the sky.
Rayquaza struck Groudon head-on.
Cracks split across Groudon's molten red armor.
He staggered back, gouging trenches into the earth as it was hurled back hundreds of meters by the force of the blow.
Kyogre fared no better.
Still airborne from its last jump, it couldn't brace itself.
Rayquaza's second strike collided with it midair, sending the sea god spiraling helplessly.
It slammed into the ocean below, the impact kicking up colossal waves that swallowed the nearby coastline.
Two gods repelled in a single motion.
"Roar!!!"
"Woooo!!!"
Both Groudon and Kyogre howled at the same time, not in fury, but disbelief.
From Rayquaza's back, Sam calmly patted the great dragon's side, unfazed by the chaos around him.
"They're still not convinced, huh?"
Rayquaza growled softly in response, like a smirk in dragon form.
Sam's divine energy surged once more, he channeled the last remnants of the three sacred powers into Rayquaza's body.
There was no hesitation.
He knew what would happen next.
Rayquaza's scales lit up again, brighter than before.
"RROOOAAARRR!"
With a final, defiant roar, the sky dragon launched another Dragon Ascent, this one faster, heavier, merciless.
A violent gust tore through the battlefield, green light exploding outward like a divine storm.
Neither Groudon nor Kyogre had time to react.
BOOM!!!
The third impact hit like a meteor.
Electricity crackled.
Thunder rolled across the sea and land alike.
Groudon's armor shattered, pieces of hardened lava cracked and fell from its body.
The savage glint in its eyes began to dull.
Kyogre had already sunk beneath the waves, only its eyes still visible above the surface, wide and cautious.
Now?
Those eyes shimmered with fear.
It was over.
Rayquaza hovered above them, triumphant and silent.
Then, slowly, it tilted its head back and let out a long, high-pitched cry that echoed through the sky:
A command.
Stand down.
Groudon and Kyogre heard it, and understood.
"Woooo~..."
Kyogre glanced once at Groudon, its eternal rival, its other half.
There was a flicker of frustration in its eyes, but the decision had already been made.
It turned away, dove back beneath the ocean's surface, and vanished into the depths.
"Roar~..."
Groudon glared at the sea where Kyogre had disappeared, reluctant as ever to retreat.
But it knew. This wasn't its time.
Bruised and beaten, it turned and began its slow, heavy walk toward the distant mountains.
Each step cracked the scorched ground, lava hissing beneath its feet.
Unlike Kyogre, Groudon had no ocean to vanish into.
It would walk, step by step, all the way back to Mt. Chimney, to bury itself beneath the volcano once more.
To rest.
To wait.