Dozens of remaining hundred-meter waves continued to crash outward, their kinetic resonance fracturing the surrounding geography.
Up on the primary bridge walkway, the crew of the smuggling freighter caught only a fleeting glimpse of an absolute, blinding flash of emerald light before the sensory overload short-circuited their cognitive faculties, knocking them clean into temporary unconsciousness.
Fortunately, Mewtwo's mental matrix had already locked down its parameters, sustaining a permanent, high-density Psychic Barrier around the entire hull structure to cleanly buffer the ship from the cataclysmic kinetic feedback of Shaymin's Seed Flare.
Because it had sustained the absolute brunt of the mythical atomic explosion head-on, the ancient Gigantamax Blastoise registered the most devastating structural damage across the vanguard line.
Blastoise (Cellular Trauma Logs): Despicable... to think my house would capsize in a common drainage ditch like this.
The sheer, expansion-gale shockwave generated by the Seed Flare manually pulverized and scattered its dual main water cannons before they could discharge their load.
As the blinding, white-hot luminance slowly drifted out of the airspace, Feng Che already stood at the edge of the iron observation rail, a heavy, pristine Heavy Ball resting comfortably within his palm.
"Shaymin truly commands a terrifying velocity profile when its internal furnace toggles to maximum capacity," Feng Che murmured, his visor tracking the data. "That ten-millennia monolith never computed its shell could be cracked so effortlessly."
His core strategic objective had been achieved—this ancient progenitor of the turtle lineage was destined to be converted into a highly fortified, classified mobile base of operations to anchor his Unova campaigns.
Having completed its designated operational mandate, the tiny Grass-type drifted back through the spatial veil into the Life Greenhouse, its breath coming in ragged, exhausted gasps.
Shaymin (Internal Audio): Exhausted... my internal cells have reached total metabolic depletion.
Shaymin's biological engine operated precisely like a low-tier communication terminal—requiring a rigorous two-hour charge sequence merely to sustain five minutes of maximum-torque output. The moment it unsealed its defining signature art, its internal energy banks were instantly emptied, requiring several months of deep, uninterrupted vegetative stasis within the greenhouses to fully recalibrate its cell walls.
"The master directives assigned to my station have been executed flawlessly, Feng Che. I shall assume deep-sleep parameters within the high clover fields," the mythical chimed sleepily.
It rolled comfortably into a dense, pristine patch of Gracidea Flowers, its consciousness dissolving into deep sleep within seconds. Parallel to its resting coordinate, the atavistic Dark Dialga, the pristine flower-holding Genesect Vanguard, and the floating dragon-core of Regidrago remained quietly anchored within the secondary greenhouse zones, their tracking signatures silent.
The Frenzied Attrition
The sheer kinetic weight of the emerald explosion had stripped a significant layer of polished, obsidian-black plates from the atavistic Mega Gyarados's flanks, leaving its muscle tissue exposed to the high-friction spray.
The spectral Basculegion had barely preserved its framework by diving deep into the shadow sub-layers of the seabed, its phantom matrices running at maximum cooling capacity.
The absolute most devastating damage, however, was sustained by the blinded Kingdra. The colossal water vortexes it had woven to parry the shockwave were cleanly erased like cheap paper before the cutting edge of the expansion gale.
It had burned over 90% of its remaining operational torque merely to preserve its biological core through the blast zone. Every single scale across its serpentine hide had fractured and ruptured under the atmospheric pressure—leaving its frame looking as if it had undergone a meticulous, thousand-cut structural bisection.
Deep draconic fluid was weeping continuously from its wounds, violently staining the surrounding marine quadrant a deep, frothing crimson.
A sharp, high-volume alert flashed across the freighter's marine radar nodes—dozens of wild Sharpedo had tracked the blood-flecked energy signatures, their predatory metrics excited as they swarmed toward the battle coordinate at high velocity.
The blinded Kingdra unleashed a deafening, sky-clearing dragon shriek from its parched throat. A split-second later, the surrounding ocean surface ruptured as hundreds of independent Kingdra and Seadra crested the foam.
The ancient sniper had manually initiated a maximum ancestral broadcast, summoning its entire localized bloodline lineage to enforce a final defensive wall.
Feng Che tracked the ambient metrics; the severe atmospheric drag and hurricane winds generated by the cosmic rifts were finally beginning to stabilize, while a sharp, resonant hairline crack split the outer crystalline armor of the Lugia Egg wide open.
Kingdra (Desperation Loops): Critical structural alert... the birth sequence of the Sea God has entered its terminal threshold. This cosmic intersection represents the absolute final margin for my house to unseat the crown.
The dying monarch barked a series of sharp, high-frequency commands to its lineage.
Obeying the blood-mandate, hundreds of Seadra unhinged their snouts simultaneously, projecting a torrential, intersecting grid of Dragon Pulses straight toward the hovering egg.
But right at that inflection point, Feng Che's three Zeraora initiated an absolute extermination protocol.
They vaulted into the high air, their claws crackling violently with high-voltage Plasma Fists as they rained a continuous, multi-directional wall of golden fist-phantoms down upon the grid, manually detonating and shattering every single incoming draconic lance into harmless stray static.
Parallel to their strike, a spectacular rain of thousands of ghost-infused shadow arrows cascaded down from the clouds—Decidueye had anchored its tracking loops, its precision sniper shots piercing the exact Unnerve scale of every single Seadra and Kingdra crossing the surface.
The moment their neurological weak points were compromised by the spectral arrows, the lesser dragons lost all mechanical stability, their winded frameworks instantly collapsing into the rolling waves to be swallowed by the deep channels.
Seeing its bloodline vanguard annihilated within seconds, Kingdra's remaining eye turned completely bloodshot. It turned its head, unleashing a low-frequency dragon-song directed straight toward the coordinates of the black Mega Gyarados.
"The sniper is currently formatting an encrypted communication array with the obsidian dragon, attempting to bridge their remaining assets to launch a synchronized dual-cascade," Mewtwo reported telepathically, its visor compiling the data. "Mega Gyarados's processing units are experiencing a minor delay, weighing the margins."
"The internal Dragon-type chromosome density within Kingdra is sitting on the absolute brink of systemic burnout, while the black leviathan's lifespans are thoroughly depleted."
"Should these two ancient predators finalize their alignment to launch a coordinated desperation overdrive, the baseline speed metrics of your Zeraora will fail to guarantee a clean parry."
The atavistic Mega Gyarados weighed the algorithms for a fraction of a second before delivering a definitive, gravelly nod of agreement.
It violently fanned its gargantuan, sail-like dorsal fins, executing a rapid, blind reverse-flick of its massive tail that hit the airspace with a sonic boom, batting the three Zeraora out of their flight trajectories and launching them toward the marine shelves.
The defensive maneuver thoroughly infuriated the three electric felines.
Their internal capacitors unsealed completely, discharging an immense volume of blinding, high-frequency voltage that manually bifurcated the surrounding ocean water into two clean, standing walls of liquid crystal.
The trio transformed into three independent streaks of golden, white, and black light, executing a rapid-fire sequence of high-velocity skirmish loops across Mega Gyarados's massive frame.
A relentless torrent of golden fist-phantoms systematically branded the dragon's obsidian skin, the sheer electrical friction accumulating until its massive bipedal chassis entered a severe Paralysis lock.
The prehistoric monster roared in agony, its muscles undergoing violent, involuntary contractions. Forcing its nervous system through the sheer pain of the static friction, it unhinged its massive jaws to discharge a crushing Hyper Voice.
Concurrently, a massive, hundred-meter Twister of pressurized water erupted from the seabed, wrapping tightly around its coils to format an absolute fluid shield to repel further physical contact.
Facing the extreme rotational velocity of the water wall, the Zeraora found zero viable entry vectors to resume their close-quarters strike.
"Return and cool your batteries, team. Exceptional coverage," Feng Che instructed calmly, clicking his luxury capsules to recall his skirmishers. The local marine matrix had turned far too volatile to yield an optimal return on their electricity metrics.
The Harvest of the Underworld
Meanwhile, in the lower shadow quadrants, Gengar had been continuously utilizing its Spirit Shackle roots to tie down and compress the movements of the Basculegion.
Yet, the Abyssal Soul-Eater was an elite mid-Champion asset; it violently flexed its spectral tail, cleanly tearing through the shadow bonds before launching a counter-offensive.
However, during the initialization phases of the clash, Gengar's shadow-maw had successfully siphoned and consumed a substantial allocation of the purple spirits wrapping the fish's hide.
To a Champion-tier predator like Basculegion, having its collected thralls forcefully unseated from its framework was an absolute, unpardonable insult to its authority.
Right as it prepared to authorize an absolute nightmare cascade to liquidate Gengar, its tracking sensors were suddenly triggered by a severe drop in the energy metrics of the blinded Kingdra.
Its predatory instincts mapped the profound, creeping presence of Absolute Cellular Death floating across the sniper's coordinates.
The catastrophic trauma delivered by Shaymin's Seed Flare had officially initialized the terminal shutdown sequence of Kingdra's internal organs.
Basculegion (Spectral Analysis): Anomalous readings... that ancient sniper-lineage has officially entered its expiration cycle.
Its internal cloaking sub-routines have completely unraveled; I had falsely computed that the obsidian dragon would be the first anchor to cross the expiration threshold tonight.
Since the cosmos has finalized its decree, the sovereign soul of that Kingdra belongs explicitly to my collection.
My database has sustained considerable structural damage throughout this crucible; I require the immediate assimilation of a Champion-tier dragon soul to stabilize my spectral array.
The ghost-fish violently inverted its trajectory, diving head-on into the dark marine depths to vanish from Gengar's field of view.
"Gengar, the fish is moving to harvest the dying Kingdra's soul core before the World Will can reclaim the spark. Intercept its vector and execute an absolute theft," Feng Che commanded telepathically, a cold smirk playing across his face beneath his visor.
桀桀 (Jie-jie)!
Gengar let out a series of high-pitched, thoroughly sinister chuckles, its head nodding in manic appreciation of the strategy.
Plop!
The shadow ghost dove straight into the ocean waves, its form transforming into a fluid, black ink-stain that swam through the deep marine channels at impossible speed.
Up on the surface, Mega Gyarados's violent water columns were being systematically intercepted and crushed by the massive arms of Gigantamax Venusaur's Great Wooden Buddha, keeping the core perimeter secure.
The fractures lining the Lugia Egg multiplied exponentially, the divine birth-signals turning remarkably dense and high-pitched.
Sensing the impending emergence of the Sea God, both the dying Kingdra and the paralyzed Mega Gyarados fell into a state of total, unmitigated psychological desperation, their movements turning erratic.
Right at that critical inflection point, the ocean water beneath Kingdra's broken chest violently erupted.
The massive, fanged maw of the Basculegion burst through the foam, its jaws unhinged to their absolute physical maximum as it lunged toward the failing sniper.
The dense shroud of thousands of screaming phantoms wrapping its frame manually formatted a literal, open spatial conduit leading straight into the Nether World.
Kingdra felt a colossal, inescapable gravitational suction lock down onto its consciousness from the depths of that fish's throat.
Through its fading visual sensors, it could clearly map millions of flickering, deep-blue Underworld Apparitions dancing within the predator's stomach—the residual souls of every entity the fish had liquidated across centuries, all unleashing a synchronized, fatal acoustic wail to draw it down.
The ancient dragon's cognitive parameters fractured completely. Its vision went entirely black, its massive bipedal frame losing all muscle tone as it collapsed limply into the water.
Concurrently, the glowing golden Dragon Core that had been hovering over its crown lost its orbital alignment, falling toward the water with a heavy splash.
A fraction of a second later, a magnificent, glowing stream of Sea-Blue Draconic Soul Plasma began drifting out of Kingdra's cooling chassis, drawn straight toward the open mouth of the waiting Basculegion.
Just as the pristine, Champion-tier dragon soul reached the absolute threshold of the fish's teeth—ready to be permanently assimilated into its array—a colossal, bright crimson tongue shot out from a hidden spatial fold, wrapping tightly around the glowing blue plasma with surgical precision.