The Pikachu, Tress, hovered in midair without responding.
She hung frozen in the air, staring in disbelief at the unrecognizable ruin of her home. Her eyes were filled with fear and bewilderment.
Suddenly, the petite Pikachu's body shuddered, as if a drowning person had just grasped a piece of driftwood. Her small voice carried a trace of irrepressible excitement.
"Wait! I… I feel her!"
Tress's voice was hurried and weak.
"It's the Fairy Queen! Her presence… it's faint, very faint… but she's still there! Deep within the woods, near Star Tear Lake!"
"Calm down, Tress."
Roland gently blocked the Pikachu, who was desperate to fly off, with his fingertip. He spoke in a deep voice.
"I understand how you feel, but panicking won't solve anything, understand?"
"I... I understand, Roland."
Tress sobbed, pleading softly.
"Can... can you help me?"
"Of course…"
Roland gave a slight nod.
