The Last Call
Kael Ravencroft had run out of names.
Out of allies.
Out of doors.
Only one remained.
The Call
Hands shaking, Kael dialed a number he had sworn never to use again.
The line connected.
"…President," Kael said hoarsely. "I need help."
Silence.
Then a calm, distant voice answered.
"I can't protect you anymore, Kael," the Pokémon League President said flatly.
"And don't call me again."
Kael's eyes darkened.
He straightened.
"Oh?" he replied coldly.
"Don't forget how many times I helped you. The funding. The overseas routes. The… things you asked me to handle."
A pause.
Then a laugh.
"You have no evidence," the President replied.
"And even if you talk, no one will believe a criminal like you."
Click.
The call ended.
Kael stared at the screen.
He didn't know—
The entire conversation had been recorded.
The Release
Minutes later.
Across every major platform—
Audio Leak: Pokémon League President implicated in illegal dealings
The call played on repeat.
Clear voices.
Clear threats.
Clear arrogance.
Then came the documents.
Offshore transfers Shielded League approvals Evidence of Pokémon trafficking cover-ups
All released anonymously.
All traced—carefully—back to Kael Ravencroft.
The World Reacts
The backlash was instantaneous.
"So it wasn't just Kael."
"The League President is corrupt."
"Burn them all."
Protests erupted outside League headquarters.
Emergency meetings were called.
By nightfall—
OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT:
The Pokémon League President has been dismissed immediately pending investigation.
The man who once stood untouchable—
Fell in a single day.
Rage and Retribution
The former President sat alone, eyes bloodshot, phone crushed in his hand.
"That bastard…" he hissed.
Kael had dragged him down.
So Kael would pay.
He made a call of his own.
Quiet.
Short.
Orders were given.
Targets named.
Not just Kael.
Anyone tied closely to him.
Including—
Valencrest Group.
Another Fire Ignites
Elsewhere, in a dim apartment—
Leon Ashford's parents stared at the screen.
The audio.
The murder details.
The betrayal.
Leon's mother sobbed silently.
His father wiped his eyes, stood up, and spoke one sentence.
"We'll sell everything."
They did.
Their house.
Their savings.
Their future.
And with the money—
They hired killers.
Not for justice.
For revenge.
The City Holds Its Breath
Three forces moved at once:
A fallen tycoon with nothing left A disgraced League President burning with hatred Grieving parents who had nothing to lose
All paths pointed to the same names.
Kael Ravencroft.
Lunaria Valencrest.
The Puppet Master
At Runcandel Manor, Alex listened to Red Queen's report.
Multiple assassination orders.
Multiple factions.
All converging.
Kirlia clutched his sleeve.
Alex sighed softly.
"…Idiots," he murmured.
He looked out at the city lights.
"When too many knives swing at once," he said calmly,
"someone always misses."