"Yujira."
Natsuhiko wasn't particularly concerned about Togetic meeting new friends with Honedge, but he called for Yujira.
"Yongji?"
Yujira immediately came over upon hearing Natsuhiko's call.
He saw Natsuhiko holding a glass box with a rusty spoon lying quietly inside.
Yujira's attention was quickly drawn to the spoon.
"Though I don't know what makes this spoon special, I figure it might be of significant help to you."
Uncovering the glass, the spoon was exposed to the air.
A faint metallic corrosive scent quickly permeated the room, as the spoon emitted invisible Alpha waves.
"Yongji..."
Yujira softly murmured, reaching out for the spoon.
Unconsciously, its psychic abilities began to surge, seemingly attracted by the spoon.
Gradually, the Alpha waves emanating from the spoon matched with those of Yujira, and their frequencies aligned.
Snap.
Yujira's hand grasped the handle of the spoon.
In the next second.
Its psychic power began to explode, enveloping both itself and Natsuhiko next to it.
The spoon in Yujira's hand, under the constant flux of its psychic power, had its patches of rust gradually stripped away, revealing a surface as bright as a mirror.
With its transformation, Yujira's psychic power started to increase.
A dazzling blue halo appeared in its eyes, with white, red, and silver specks of light becoming increasingly distinct.
In turn, blue light gradually shimmered in Natsuhiko's eyes.
Accompanied by blurred vision.
Upon opening their eyes again, the scene before them changed.
They saw.
An crimson sun hung high in the sky, dyeing the entire firmament a crimson red.
Below, an endless expanse of scorched earth stretched out, with a few Pokémon rummaging for food, but mostly numerous Pokémon corpses.
Almost like the end of the world.
They stood atop a high mountain.
Turning around.
Behind them were dozens of Psychic-type Pokémon, looking toward Natsuhiko and Yujira with hopeful eyes.
They all had the same characteristics: gaunt faces and swaying figures, with faint halos of psychic energy emanating from them, drifting toward Natsuhiko and Yujira.
Or more accurately... toward the spoon exuding a metallic sheen.
"This is..."
Natsuhiko realized suddenly that he and Yujira had been transformed into an "Alakazam" with a cold expression and long, thin whiskers!
"Is this a memory fragment left within the spoon? A memory fragment of the spoon's owner, Alakazam?"
"Yongji." Yujira nodded gently.
Looking at the Psychic-type Pokémon behind them, it could clearly feel their overwhelming sadness and despair, yet they still gritted their teeth, pouring the last of their psychic power into Alakazam and the spoon in its hand.
This was a desperate, final gamble.
"Is this a historical scene from thousands of years ago?"
At this moment, they were like outsiders, able to see and hear, but unable to do anything.
Suddenly.
All the Pokémon stopped their movements, looking up toward the sky.
Yujira seemed to sense something.
Crash!
The sky thundered unexpectedly, and a pitch-black rift appeared out of nowhere, with a world where everything was reversed on the other side.
From this rift emerged the owner of the Destroyed World.
Netherworld Dragon Rider Latina!
Immediately after.
Another muffled sound, and another rift appeared, from which a silver-white Pokémon with purple markings flew out.
Dragon of Space, Palkia!
The changes didn't stop. Along with the swirling patterns rotating, another Pokémon appeared in the air, deep blue in color, standing on four legs, its body covered with unique silver spikes and stripes that shone with a peculiar halo.
Dragon of Time, Dialga!
Natsuhiko squinted his eyes. He couldn't feel the oppressive force from the sky, but merely seeing these three Pokémon left him deeply shaken.
Giratina! Palkia! Dialga!
The Creator God Arceus first created the three Pokémon, each governing antimatter, space, and time!
They are among the highest tier of legendary Pokémon in this world.
And their appearance at this moment, along with this apocalyptic scene...
"Are the Three Dragons about to clash..."
As his words just fell, Giratina, Palkia, and Dialga immediately began to collide and confront each other.
Giratina's Power of Reversal, Palkia's Subspace Slash, and Dialga's Time Roar, the Three Dragons unleashed their ultimate moves, instantly throwing the entire Pokémon Realm into chaos and distortion.
It was visibly clear that while the Three Dragons were in a chaotic battle, Palkia and Dialga were joining forces to counter Giratina.
They have allied!
However, Natsuhiko and Yujira, standing in for Alakazam, could only hold up the spoon, shielding the group of Psychic-type Pokémon behind them from the endless terrifying aftershock.
The battle continued, and Alakazam could only grit his teeth and persevere.
The intensity of this battle could destroy this fragile world, annihilating every Pokémon living within it.
Doomsday has arrived!
This is also the reason for the despair of this group of Psychic-type Pokémon; the aftershocks of such a battle are something they cannot withstand.
They placed all their hope on Alakazam.
And Alakazam was indeed doing his utmost to sustain, even though he seemed about to collapse, he was continuously channeling psychic power into the spoon, resisting with all his might.
And then.
Just as blood trickled from Alakazam's nose, unable to hold on any longer, a change occurred again in the sky.
The fiery sun gradually faded away its red light, becoming a warm orange sun, and the crimson sky slowly returned to white, intertwined with cloud fragments like white velvet, mingling with a gentle breeze.
This transformation.
Was because another Pokémon appeared.
Emitting a faint radiance, filled with sanctity and divinity.
The scattered light healed most of the surviving Pokémon.
He has arrived.
The Creator God, Arceus!
Yet, its arrival did not halt the Three Dragons.
They continued their fierce confrontation.
A look of helplessness flickered in Arceus' human-like eyes.
From its body floated out eighteen enormous stone tablets of varying colors.
Yet, among these tablets, several were riddled with cracks of different depths, already having suffered severe damage.
With the power of the tablets, it finally separated the three entangled Pokémon.
Palkia and Dialga gradually calmed.
However, Giratina was already enraged, recklessly charging towards Arceus.
Giratina, worthy of simultaneously opposing Palkia and Dialga, showed not an ounce of fear facing its creator Arceus, with an endless stream of the Power of Reversal pouring into its body from the Destroyed World.
For a short while, it surprisingly held its ground against Arceus.
But their clash once again stirred the turmoil in the Pokémon Realm.
Unable to bear the sight of its created world being destroyed, unable to witness so many innocent lives perishing, resoluteness flashed in Arceus' eyes.
Bang Bang Bang!
With a few thunderous sounds, among the eighteen stone tablets surrounding Arceus, several directly shattered, the terrifying energy unleashed repelling Giratina while pushing it back into the spatial rift of the Destroyed World.
Immediately afterwards, Arceus used several more stone tablets to seal the Destroyed World, intending to seal Giratina.
In the end, it still couldn't bear to deliver the final blow.
Yet before it was over, the vision before Natsuhiko and Yujira's eyes blurred once more.
Alakazam, couldn't hold on anymore...
Natsuhiko furrowed his brows; he neither focused on witnessing Arceus and Giratina's battle nor cared how Giratina was sealed.
His gaze fell on the fragments of the shattered stone tablets.
One notably large piece fell on the mountain where he stood, the energy and heat from the stone tablet directly melting a portion of the soil and rock, burying itself into the mountain.
With the last blurry vision, he memorized this location.
The scene shifted, and the vision became clear again.
Natsuhiko and Yujira still remained in the hotel room.
The spoon in Yujira's hand gradually dimmed.
Yujira kept his eyes tightly closed.
However, Natsuhiko was already in deep thought.
Which mountain was that?