It didn't matter how often they found themselves in similar locations; each visit to a new region in pursuit of their target left Ash with a familiar sense of discontent and unease. Each step seemed to deepen this feeling, clinging to him like an ominous shroud.
Unlike the familiar warmth and camaraderie he experienced in the regions he had traversed in his youth, this place exuded a pervasive sense of distrust and foreboding. It wasn't just the necessary shroud of darkness enveloping the clandestine dealings between unsavory characters; it was also the watchful gaze of Pokémon hidden in darkness, most of them unrecognizable save their gleaming eyes, ever vigilant over the comings and goings in these grim alleys.
Though the accessories such as scarfs, glasses and dark clothes concealed their identities effectively, the casual glances and stares from both people and Pokémon heightened Ash's anxiety. He had gone as far as to have Pikachu wear a bandit-like bandana, but he doubted it was enough to ensure they remained incognito.
Gladion led the way with a determined stride, his eyes concealed behind ruby glasses. Ever vigilant, he keenly observed the subtle gestures of those around him, aided by the special device nestled in his ear, which captured fragments of conversation. Beside him, Sabrina, wearing a dark raincoat and dark glasses, walked in quiet concentration, her heightened psychic senses attuned with the same purpose.
"You're being awfully suspicious. Relax," Gladion whispered to Ash, noticing his tendency to take in the sights like a tourist, which was drawing too much unwanted attention.
"Sorry," Ash responded shamefully, redirecting his gaze ahead as he attempted to compose himself. "I just can't believe all of this has been going on despite Team Rocket's fall years ago. Why does it still exist?"
"I told you not to use that name here," Gladion cautioned, exchanging glances with a tall, robust man who passed by with his Diggersby. The detective continued as he turned left, guided by the subtle exchange that seemed to confirm they were indeed in the correct place.
"Things are not as simple as they seem," Gladion began. "These places have existed for quite a long time, attracting all kinds of people engaging in shady businesses, as well as unfortunate individuals who have no other place to turn and are forced to be here."
Ash was perplexed. "Who would choose to remain here?" he naively asked.
Gladion turned to meet Ash's afflicted look. It was as if he was seeing himself back when Looker had brought him to the underworld to see the side of society that the rest of the world was content to ignore.
"Not every place is as civilized and welcoming as ours, Ash," Gladion explained. "There are people and even Pokémon who flee from their homelands for many reasons, hoping to find a better future for themselves. Unfortunately, there are others who will exploit that need, and these people become trapped here forever."
Ash's sense of justice couldn't believe nor tolerate what Gladion was telling him. "Then why don't you help these people and Pokémon? Isn't that your duty?" Ash demanded, drawing even more attention.
Gladion led him to a desolate and dark alley, with Sabrina standing guard at the entrance.
"Ash, you know I consider you one of my best friends, but you're jeopardizing this mission," Gladion scolded him softly. "I, too, couldn't understand why we were allowing all of this to happen, but simply barging in and enforcing our sense of justice would only make things worse. As I told you, it's not that simple."
"I'm with Ash in this regard," Sabrina chimed in while keeping watch at the entrance. "I was aware of these places, but after witnessing the same thing in three different regions now, I cannot fathom how they've flourished even after the fall. What has the International Police done to at least not encourage all of this?"
Gladion sighed, feeling the weight of his job pressing down on him, as if he was cornered by the complexities of the situation. He finally understood the same feeling Looker must have experienced when he brought him there.
"Team... They held much more influence than everyone realized," he began. "After their fall, the International Police thought that the dismantling of the underworld would follow naturally, so they rushed to cleanse these places. What they didn't expect was that other criminal lords who had been scheming in a more subtle and discreet way, would fill the void almost immediately, seizing power and becoming even more ruthless. Looker and others tried to mediate and capture these people, but they were completely overwhelmed by the cunning and resources of these individuals."
"We could have helped," Ash said, his voice heavy with frustration as he clenched his fists, feeling immense impotence despite being completely clueless about it until now. Pikachu mirrored his expression, ears drooping in a mix of sadness and anger. "Me, Cynthia, Lance. I doubt anyone would look the other way while this was... is still happening."
Gladion stared at him, then put a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"I wish it were that easy..." He continued, his voice tinged with regret and his grip tightened slightly. "Those more vulnerable are the ones who suffer the most. Looker began fixing things by trying to earn their trust, but the rulers of the underworld are still keeping them on a tight leash, punishing and threatening them if they dare to veer away."
"Public opinion could put some pressure," Sabrina suggested.
"They're masters of deception," Gladion remarked with resignation. "When the media has tried to cover this story, they either find something completely fabricated or are just ignored.”
Ash turned once more to watch the bustling streets of the Underworld and the stark contrast between individuals, so impossible to ignore. While some strutted confidently in luxurious or regular fashion trends, exuding an air of power and authority, others trudged along with bowed heads and weary expressions. He couldn't help but lament the palpable sense of misery heavy in the air.
A couple passed by, their faces etched with despair, their steps heavy with the weight of their burdens. It was as if hope itself had been drained from them, leaving behind only empty resignation.
Intimidating Pokémon like Nidoking and Tyranitar flaunted their strength and prowess, their imposing figures drawing crowds of onlookers and potential gamblers eager to witness their battles. Meanwhile, on the other side of the street, an old Lurantis struggled to keep up the pace while cutting large chunks of meat. Its red scythes, which used to taunt and threaten the opponents with their sharp and gleaming edge, now appeared dull and neglected, mirroring the fate of a Pokémon that had lost its former grace and beauty.
"I made a mistake bringing you here. This isn't a place for someone like you, Ash," Gladion's voice carried a weight of regret as he spoke, then turned to Sabrina. "Can you take Ash and Pikachu back home? I'll be on my way from here, so I'd appreciate it if Hoopa could provide a portal if necessary."
Sabrina nodded in agreement.
But Ash's determination burned brighter than ever. "No way. I can't keep turning my back on this!" he insisted, Pikachu echoed his sentiment with a fierce growl, standing steadfastly by his trainer's side.
Ash forged ahead into a dark alley, his steps echoing against the grimy walls. Gladion and Sabrina exchanged a worried glance before hastening to catch up to him.
As the group entered the alley, a figure cloaked in black subtly shifted its attention toward them.
"Keep an eye on them," the figure silently commanded. In an imperceptible movement, a blur emerged from behind the cloak, swiftly heading toward the group. Then, the figure continued its own path, bracing for the inevitable clash ahead.
"I'll be more careful from here, alright?" Ash promised earnestly as they navigated through the labyrinthine dark alley. His anxiety grew with each second, causing him to falter in his steps as he struggled to find their way back, even though all he needed to do was walk in the opposite direction. "Let's just find this person, ask those questions, and then..."
Ash's voice trailed off abruptly as they emerged from the alley and stumbled upon what appeared to be a Pokémon battlefield. The dim light cast eerie shadows across the scene, illuminating a group of people clustered around the area. Most of them were rebellious youths, their faces illuminated by the glow of their phones as they snapped pictures of the nefarious symbols adorning the walls.
"You've got to be kidding me..." Ash declared, his voice tinged with indignation as he surveyed the scene before him. Each 'R' painted on the wall felt like a personal affront, a grim reminder of the havoc wreaked by Team Rocket and the lives they took.
Gladion and Sabrina’s footsped echoed in the alleyway as they hurried to catch up to Ash, but he was overwhelmed by rage, his body rigid with frustration as he lost any semblance of the discretion they needed to maintain. Not even Pikachu's gentle nuzzle on his cheek could break him out of his trance.
"Hey! You!" Ash's voice rang out, cutting through the quiet murmurs of the teenagers gathered around the symbols on the wall. They turned to look at the overdramatic stranger, their expressions shifting from amusement to confusion at his outburst. "Do you think that's funny? Do you know what that symbol means and how many people and Pokémon suffered because of it?!"
Gladion quickly intervened, grabbing Ash by the arm and pulling him away from the group. "It's not what you think!" he said firmly, guiding Ash and Pikachu back into the alley. He offered a quick apology to the teenagers, who responded with dismissive waves and condescending smirks, as if brushing off the annoyance of an insignificant stranger.
Ash took a deep breath, attempting to calm the rising storm of emotions within him as he struggled to make sense of Gladion's words. For him, what else would those ‘R’ mean if not a sick tribute to Team Rocket? But for Sabrina, and despite her efforts to suppress her psychic outburst, her emotions were too strong to conceal completely. Her purple eyes blazed with intense anger, their piercing gaze fixed on the offensive markings. The muscles in her jaw tensed, accentuating the sharp lines of her face, while her brows furrowed deeply with deep-seated resentment towards those who had taken the life of her precious teacher.
"It's not them," Gladion repeated, his voice steady as he pulled out his device, intent on showing Ash what was all about. With a quick search, he located the video that would shed light on the situation. Handing the device to Ash, he watched as his friend and Pikachu focused their attention on the screen. Sabrina, still struggling to contain her anger, joined them, her eyes fixed on the video as it began to play.
The video displayed a brutal fight between a Seviper and a Zangoose, their natural enmity escalated by the apparent indifference of their young trainers, who appeared to be no more than fifteen years old. As the Pokémon clashed in a frenzy of violence, the spectators surrounding the makeshift arena cheered wildly, their voices rising in a chant:
"We are Ren!”
“We are Ren!"
The scene left Ash and Pikachu utterly appalled, their expressions filled with concern, while Sabrina's features twisted in disgust at the blatant disregard for the well-being of the Pokémon involved.
"Ren? What is that?" Ash questioned, a sinking feeling settling in his stomach as he realized his initial assumption had been mistaken, but the truth offered little reassuring.
"Something stupid that became trending not so long ago," Gladion explained. "Violent Pokémon battles performed mainly by young trainers just to imitate a brutal style that was born here in the Underworld."
"You meant dumb ones," Sabrina interjected.
“As the World Monarch, I'm surprised you didn't know," Gladion continued. "It's become so famous on social media that authorities are starting to issue warnings to other trainers about this.”
Ash's initial chuckle faded into a somber realization as he processed the implications of what Gladion had just revealed. The idea of young trainers risking their Pokémon's well-being for the sake of a fleeting trend left him feeling disheartened.
"And to think, we came all the way here trying to find clues about Team Rocket," he remarked, his voice tinged with disappointment. "But what we’ve found today, especially this Ren thing, seems to be even worse."
"Take a look at those Pokémon," Gladion suggested, drawing Ash's attention to the battling creatures.
Ash followed Gladion's gaze, studying the expressions on the Pokémon's faces. To his surprise, they mirrored the savage enjoyment exhibited by their trainers.
It was a sobering sight, one that left Ash feeling defeated. The camaraderie and excitement for adventure that he and others had worked so hard to instill in young trainers seemed to have been replaced by self-absorption and a ruthless pursuit of victory at any cost.
"If it helps, not everyone likes it and has been vocal about their displeasure with Ren," Gladion remarked hopefully, attempting to offer some reassurance to Ash.
“I hope Elysia is aware of it if she ever comes across this,” the concerned father responded, putting the issue aside for the moment. They still had a mission to accomplish.
But before they could proceed, their path was abruptly blocked by the sudden apparition of two men, causing Gladion to swiftly guide Ash and Sabrina toward an alternate route. Yet, their escape was thwarted once again as two more individuals cut off their retreat. With no way out, they found themselves trapped, the dimly lit battlefield looming ominously as the only open space.
As the realization of their predicament sank in, the teenagers who had gathered there quickly dispersed, sensing trouble on the horizon.
The group braced themselves for whatever might unfold, maintaining a cautious stance to prevent any potential misunderstandings. Gladion took the initiative to address the approaching observers.
"Can I help you?" he inquired calmly.
A muscular, middle-aged man emerged from the shadows, followed closely by the others who had been stationed as guards at the various exits. Each member of the group was as diverse as the rest of the underworld's inhabitants, clad in dark attire with heavy boots and distinctive crimson trench coats.
The tall man wasted no time in getting to the point, taking out a device from his coat as he spoke. "You're not from around here, are you?" he remarked with a firm yet polite tone. "We're accustomed to dumb tourists, but your group seems rather suspicious."
Gladion maintained his composure, responding in an equally casual manner. "My companions here are indeed outsiders," he explained, gesturing to Ash and Sabrina. "They're interested in conducting some business in this area. I'm simply guiding them through, but as you've noted, the Underworld is quite unfamiliar territory for them."
The man raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by Gladion's explanation. "And I assume you have a license to conduct such activities," he interjected skeptically.
Gladion remained composed, responding with a hint of nonchalance, "I'm just an independent guide without ties to any guild. But my companions here cannot help but become curious about this place."
The man's gaze sharpened as he scrutinized Gladion's words. "You've traveled quite the distance just for a tour. Three different regions in less than a day? I’m impressed," he remarked, then turned his device to show the screen to the group. Displayed on it were three distinct images, each depicting a group of three individuals, wearing different attire and nothing that could imply they were the same. However, one crucial detail remained consistent in all three images: a Pikachu perched atop the shoulder of one of the individuals.
"Three of the most popular Pokémon in the world and their trainers. So what?" Gladion attempted to deflect.
"You are trying to deceive the wrong people, stranger," the man accused with a severe tone. Then nodded toward two of his people who then moved closer, while the others held their positions, ready to intervene if necessary.
Gladion and his companions remained composed but adopted a more defensive stance, their instincts on high alert for any potential escalation. However, Ash couldn't shake the nagging question in his mind—why were these people not accompanied by any Pokémon?
The man's next words only served to deepen the sense of unease. "For your own sake, don't put up any resistance," he cautioned authoritatively. "And don't underestimate us just because we don't bring any Pokémon with us. Try something stupid, and you are done."
As tension thickened in the air, Sabrina weighed her options carefully. Calling upon Hoopa for an immediate escape seemed like the safest choice, but the risk of exposing their cover loomed ominously. Losing the opportunity to gather more information about the Underworld and especially Zeke, was a risk they couldn't afford to take yet.
Just as Sabrina grappled with her decision, a hissing sound sliced through the silence, drawing everyone's attention. From the shadows emerged a sleek and graceful Liepard, its velvety purple fur bristling with tension as it arched its back, glaring and baring its sharp fangs, fixing its gaze on Sabrina.
The blonde man's demeanor shifted abruptly at the sight of the Liepard, his expression morphing from confidence to wariness as he deciphered the looming threat the woman of that group represented.
"’Eliminen a la Bruja’ right now!" he barked out the command, prompting his group to retreat slightly as they called forth their Pokémon partners.
Chaos erupted as the man's command set Dark-type Pokémon upon the group like a tidal wave. Krookodiles with jaws agape, Cacturnes lurking with malicious intent, Morgrems dancing in shadows, and Absols casting ominous shadows—all converged on Sabrina with a dark purpose. Though Ash recalled Gladion's warning about the Underworld's disdain for individuals with psychic abilities like Sabrina, he couldn't help but feel the retaliation was just ridiculous and disproportionate.
"Pikachu, Thunderbolt!" Ash's command cut through the chaos as he positioned himself protectively in front of Sabrina.
"Umbreon, Reflect!" Gladion's voice followed, his own Pokémon forming a protective barrier around them.
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With a sharp crackle, Pikachu summoned a torrent of electric energy, driving back some of their assailants. Meanwhile, Umbreon's screen deflected incoming attacks, creating a brief respite amidst the onslaught.
"Thanks, but I can handle myself!" Sabrina's voice rang out above the tumult as she reached for her Poké Ball. With a swift motion, she summoned her trusted partner.
"Alakazam, Dazzling Gleam!" she commanded. With a flash of light, the Psi Pokémon emerged, its form enveloped in a radiant rainbow aura that intensified into a blinding brilliance. Then, with a powerful burst, Alakazam unleashed a dazzling cascade of light, striking the horde of Dark-type Pokémon with devastating force.
With a swift nod between them, Ash and Pikachu sprang into action. As the Dark horde struggled to recover from the onslaught of Alakazam's super effective attack, Ash issued his next command.
"Pikachu, Quick Attack!" he called out, his voice cutting through the chaos.
Responding instantly, Pikachu darted forward with blinding speed, striking with rapid-fire blows. Each hit landed with precision, targeting the weakened Pokémon that teetered on the brink of collapse.
Meanwhile, Gladion seized upon Sabrina's suggestion. With a determined gesture, he directed his partner to unleash its power.
"Umbreon, Alluring Voice!" he commanded.
With a low growl that reverberated ominously through the air, Umbreon emitted a captivating yet unsettling sound. The haunting waves of its voice rippled outwards, striking multiple opponents and causing confusion among those still standing.
The leader of the Underworld keepers stood frozen in disbelief as he witnessed the swift and overwhelming defeat of his forces. His initial confidence shattered, replaced by a growing sense of dread at the strength displayed by the trio before him. He knew he had gravely underestimated them, and now he feared the consequences that the Sovereign of Shadows would cast on him because of his folly.
In a desperate attempt to salvage the situation, he bellowed out a command that echoed through the chaos.
"UNLEASH THE NIGHTMARE! NOW!" his voice thundered, sending a shiver down the spines of his own followers. With a sense of urgency, they began to retreat, recalling their defeated Pokémon and regrouping for another assault.
The sudden illumination of the dark battlefield brought a stark clarity, banishing the shadows that had previously concealed the surroundings. Now, only the trio and their Pokémon partners were cast in the light, surrounded by the eerie 'R' symbols that adorned the walls like gloomy reminders. However, on the outskirts of the illuminated area, the shadows lingered, cloaking the crimson-clad keepers in darkness as if shielding them from scrutiny.
Before they could fully grasp the situation, the silence was shattered by the sound of an impact hitting the ground just meters away from Ash, then a second one closer to Sabrina, followed by a third and fourth. Gladion and his companions instinctively tensed as the projectiles fell harmlessly around them, purposefully missing their targets.
"What's going on?" Ash voiced his confusion, his brow furrowing in perplexity as he scanned their surroundings for any sign of the unseen assailant.
Sabrina's eyes widened as she sensed the impending retaliation with her heightened senses. She swiftly positioned herself at the front and commanded her Alakazam to erect a Light Screen. Together, they synchronized their movements, summoning and enhancing a violet translucent barrier that enveloped the group in protection.
"Everyone, brace yourselves!" Sabrina called out, her voice firm despite the urgency of the situation.
As soon as she erected the defensive barrier, a barrage of attacks rained down simultaneously, resembling a colorful tempest of varied energy types. Shadow Balls, Dragon Pulses, Fire Blasts, and countless others bombarded the barrier, which, under normal circumstances, would have merely weakened against such united assaults. However, Sabrina's enhancement due her mighty psychic abilities, transformed the Light Screen move into an impenetrable fortress that withstood the relentless onslaught.
"This won't hold for long!" Gladion muttered, his brow furrowed in concentration as he scanned their surroundings for any sign of escape. "We need to find a way out of here, and fast!"
Just then, a surge of energy rippled through the barrier as the attacks intensified. Sabrina gritted her teeth, her focus unwavering as she poured more of her psychic energy into maintaining the defense.
"We can't keep this up much longer!" she warned, her voice strained with effort,
Ash clenched his fists, a steely resolve settling over him. "Then we'll just have to fight our way out! Buizel, Counter Shield!"
With a determined cry, Ash called forth his water-type partner ready to perform their most iconic move. Buizel wasted no time, spinning gracefully as it unleashed Aqua Jet, creating a spiraling barrier of water that intercepted and mitigated some of the incoming attacks as it moved.
"Lycanroc! Use Stone Edge!" Gladion commanded, assisting his friend in his intent to make a way out.
The midnight wolf Pokémon responded to its trainer's command without hesitation. With a powerful stomp of its paw, it summoned multiple pointed light blue pillars from the ground, launching them toward their assailants with precision. The sudden assault caused the crimson-clad keepers' Pokémon to falter momentarily, allowing the trio and their partners a brief respite in the midst of the chaos.
Such a remarkable display of skill was all the leader of the keepers needed to confirm how to proceed with those two powerful strangers, and a "Bruja" that was as effective as a protector as she was dangerous. They needed both men alive in order to interrogate them, but as for that monster disguised as a woman…
He and his cohorts smiled maliciously, relishing the opportunity to demonstrate their expertise in countering and disposing of such a despicable adversary with savage efficiency.
"Crush her! Now!" The leader’s command rang out perversely as one of his lackeys took a tiny black device with a single green button and pressed it.
Abruptly, the four holes created by the earlier shots erupted in a small explosion, catching Ash and his friends off guard. A thin gray cloud billowed out from the center of the blast, spreading rapidly and enveloping them in its ominous embrace.
"Cover your mouths!" Gladion barked, his instincts kicking in as he recognized the potential danger. He moved to shield Sabrina and Ash, urging them to protect themselves from whatever substance the cloud might contain.
But as the cloud dissipated, revealing nothing but fading black lightning crackling through the air, confusion replaced their initial alarm.
"What is going on?" Ash demanded, his voice tinged with bewilderment as he and Pikachu glanced around frantically, searching for answers that remained elusive.
Then, without warning, the protective barrier shattered in thousands of eerie shards that disappeared almost instantly. Sabrina's agonized cry pierced the air, reverberating through the chaos. She collapsed to the ground, clutching her head in torment as if an invisible enemy stimulated the pain sections of her brain with gruesome precision. Alakazam, too, succumbed to the mysterious attack, slumping unconscious beside its trainer, the purple aura that had enveloped them moments before now vanished without a trace.
"Sabrina! Are you alright?" Ash rushed to her side, his heart pounding with fear and concern for his friend. Pikachu echoed his worry, emitting urgent cries as it hovered anxiously nearby.
Ash attempted to offer comfort to Sabrina, gently attempting to use his arm as a resting pillow, but she instinctively recoiled, pushing him aside with a pained expression. His heart sank at her rejection, the weight of their dire situation pressing down on him with suffocating intensity.
Gladion, torn between his concern for Sabrina and the looming threat of the crimson-clad keepers, struggled to maintain his focus. His gaze darted between the injured psychic master and their shadowy adversaries, his mind racing as he sought a solution to their predicament.
"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry," Ash murmured, his voice heavy with remorse as he reflected on the chain of events that had led them to this moment. If only he had exercised more caution, remained composed, perhaps...
"Now's not the time," Gladion interjected, his tone firm as he sought to rally their spirits in the face of adversity. "We'll get through this."
Despite his words of reassurance, the gravity of their predicament could not be ignored. With Hoopa positioned far away as a precautionary measure and Sabrina incapacitated, their options were severely limited.
The clash of battle had inevitably attracted a few curious onlookers. People and small Pokémon watched from rooftops, peeked out from worn windows, and even risked their well-being just to catch a glimpse of the trio of strangers who had trespassed the domains of the Underworld high lord and were now facing the consequences of their daring defiance.
Meanwhile, the crimson keepers remained ominously silent, concealed within the shadows like predators lying in wait for their wounded prey to succumb to a slow and agonizing demise.
Gladion weighed his options carefully. On one hand, he could summon assistance from the International Police using the Beacon device for emergency extraction, saving Sabrina's life. But such action would irreversibly shatter the delicate balance between the independent rule of the Underworld and the already limited efforts of the Police to intervene. Furthermore, the Sovereign's response to such an affront would undoubtedly bring harm and persecution upon his beloved ones.
"What do you want in order to stop whatever you are doing to her?" Gladion's voice rang out across the battlefield.
The leader of the keepers responded with chilling indifference, reveling in his power over the helpless trio. "There's no way to stop this, stranger. You should have never come here accompanied by a ‘Bruja'," he declared, dripping with cruel satisfaction. "She will perish, and her body disposed of in the most humiliating and gruesome way you can imagine. As for you... well, let's see what we’ll do to you once we get our answers."
The agony didn’t diminish, and Sabrina desperately attempted to send a final thought to her beloved family, but the substance used in the smoke trap blocked her entire psychic abilities. Never in her life had she felt more vulnerable, and the thought of never seeing Caitlin and Adrian again only intensified her pain and sorrow.
Anger boiled within Ash. Seeing Sabrina weeping in pain and the realization that she might never see her family again reminded him of Iris's final moments on that fateful day he lost her. Never again would he let someone not return back home. He made a choice, his resolve hardening as he stood up to confront their assailants.
"She has a family... A wife, a son... parents too..." Ash's voice carried an unfamiliar, threatening tone that even made Gladion feel unease. "If because of you she doesn't go back to them... At least I’ll make you share the pain."
The crimson keepers scoffed at his demand, laughing mockingly and derisively. "Enough. Imprison these 'imbéciles'," the leader ordered with a final command.
Gladion wouldn't waste any more time. If saving Sabrina meant his career and the name of the International Police would forever be tarnished, so be it. But before he could intervene, Pikachu perched on his faithful partner with unwavering determination, mirroring the iconic pose the duo were known for since being recognized as the most powerful partners in the world.
Curious onlookers watched in awe as more of them tried to get a glimpse of the horde of keepers and their malicious Pokémon marching against a single trainer and his Pikachu. Ash then retrieved the dark and yellow-striped Ball containing one of his aces, the Pokémon he only used during exhibition matches or against extremely strong opponents. A move that surprised Gladion, who warned him of the inevitable revelation of their identities if he carried further. But Ash's determination was unwavering.
"If we want to change things around here, we mustn't hide anymore… Let's show them a symbol of defiance," Ash declared as he removed the cloth covering his face.
The horde came to a sudden halt, their momentum broken by the unexpected revelation. Onlookers watched in disbelief as the challenger's identity was revealed—one whose legend and presence even reached the most remote corners of the Underworld.
The World Monarch, “Team Rocket’s bane” stood mighty there, like a heroic liberator.
The leader's smirk vanished as soon as he saw the stranger's identity, realizing his third grave, deadly mistake.
Unbeknownst to anyone present, a shadowy figure darted along the walls, its sleek form barely visible against the dark backdrop. Weavile, driven by a sense of urgency, targeted the crimson keepers' leader with determined precision as it raced against time to recover the only means to save the psychic master's life.
The Ultra Ball hurled by Ash unleashed a chilling, formidable breeze that swept through the battlefield, causing the horde to recoil and shield their eyes from the freezing blast. As the icy mist cleared, the majestic form of Articuno was revealed, its presence commanding respect and awe. With a mournful cry, Articuno asserted its dominance, a symbol of Ash's authority earned through years of reigning the Pokémon battle scene as the World Monarch.
The horde hesitated, torn between self-preservation and the consequences of defying the Shadow Sovereign's sacred rule. But before they could react, Ash issued his command.
"Articuno... Blizzard."
Weavile emerged from the shadows, catching the leader by surprise and knocking the device from his grasp.
At the same time, and with a graceful sweep of its wings, the legendary bird unleashed a ferocious blizzard, engulfing the entire battlefield in a whirlwind of ice fury. Even the fire-types, like Houndooms and Darmanitans, were powerless against the biting cold, frozen in place by Articuno's relentless onslaught.
"Weavile, here!" the cloaked figure commanded urgently, grabbing Gladion's attention. Weavile, having retrieved the device, launched it toward its partner, who deftly caught it in mid-air and rushed toward Sabrina's side.
"Umbreon! Lycanroc!" Gladion reacted swiftly, sensing the imminent danger to Sabrina. His Pokémon sprang into action, positioning themselves defensively around the unconscious psychic master.
"Move! It's me!" yelled the cloaked figure, removing his hood to reveal the renegade, yet familiar face of a hero from Team Rocket's downfall. His light purple hair, once long and unkempt, was now cut short in an old military style. Despite the stern and unfriendly look on his face, his sincerity and resolution to help them couldn't have been more transparent.
"Paul..." Gladion exclaimed as he recognized him, gesturing for his Pokémon to fall back. "What are you...?"
Before he could finish his sentence, Paul retrieved the device his Weavile had stolen, opening a small compartment and revealing a syringe. Without hesitation, he injected Sabrina in the neck.
The effect was almost immediate and Sabrina desperately gasped for air, but Paul quickly placed a mask over her mouth, allowing her to breathe more easily and begin the recovery process.
"The air's too cold. It could harm her," Paul explained firmly. Everything had happened so quickly that Gladion could only nod in appreciation of his heroic and opportune actions.
The clandestine battlefield transformed into a breathtaking arctic landscape, the thin layer of ice reflecting the light in a mesmerizing rainbow glaze as remnants of Articuno’s Blizzard fell like gentle snow. The frozen figures of the keepers and their Pokémon added a macabre touch though, a warning to anyone who dared to harm the World Monarch's friends.
As the inhabitants of the Underworld, both human and Pokémon, cautiously approached the frozen battlefield, their hearts fluttered with a mixture of trepidation and wonder. Peeking out from their huts or hideouts, they beheld not only the aftermath of the intense battle but also the breathtaking sight of snow gently blanketing the ground.
For many of them, it was the first time they had ever seen such a miraculous phenomenon, especially for children, whose eyes widened with wonder and their faces breaking into radiant smiles as they reached out to touch the delicate flakes.
In that moment, amidst the chill of the cold air, a warmth spread through the crowd—an indescribable first feeling of hope and renewal. It was as if the falling snow carried with it the promise of a brighter, gentler way, touching their hearts with a newfound sense of optimism.
Emerging from behind the frozen figures that the Dark-type Pokémon used as cover during Articuno's attack, Weavile shook the frost layer from its fur before swiftly making its way toward Paul and the others.
"Thanks, Articuno. That was more than enough," Ash said gratefully as he recalled his legendary partner. He hurried over to assist Sabrina and Gladion, but to his surprise, Sabrina was already beginning to recover. She knelt on the ground, taking slow, heavy breaths through the mask Paul had provided her.
Feeling immense relief, Ash couldn't help but wrap Sabrina in a tender hug.
"I'm so glad you're okay," he murmured with those words he wished he had also uttered to his late friend.
Sabrina chuckled softly, returning the hug with gentle pats on Ash's back. "Okay, that's very cute and everything, but we're not that close yet," she teased with the same stoic tone of her son, her voice muffled by the mask.
"Sorry," Ash responded as he stopped his embrace. He then turned his attention to the cloaked figure with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Paul. Is that you?"
But Paul's response was as cold as ever and straight to the point.
"World Monarch? More like 'World’s biggest Moron’," he retorted. "Do you have any idea of what you've caused?"
"Don't worry," Ash responded casually, attempting to diffuse the situation. Pikachu chirped with the same casual tone. "They'll be okay after like half an hour. I just hope they have enough soup to treat their colds."
"Just wait a moment,” Gladion intervened firmly as he demanded answers. “You owe us an explanation. What are you doing here? How did you know about this mission and how did you know how to cure Sabrina?"
"I knew you were going to ruin the entire thing ever since Weavile saw you on Motostoke. But this was beyond my worst expectations," Paul responded bluntly.
Gladion's frown deepened as he processed Paul's words.
"You've been following us?"
"You didn't expect me to just ignore how a former Team Rocket scum sat quietly, waiting for a slap on his hand, did you?” Paul's response was laced with disdain. "You are lucky I was around here. Otherwise…"
"The... smoke... they used..." Sabrina interjected, still recovering her breath through the mask. Her voice was still weak but laced with curiosity. "What… was it? How… did you know?"
"We have many more questions, but it's better if we first get out of here immediately while we can," Gladion declared with urgency.
Paul, however, shook his head and crossed his arms.
"Too late for that, especially after Mr. Monarch here foolishly revealed himself," he commented. "But hey! We got her attention at least. It would be a waste to just let go of this unique chance after what you’ve been through."
As soon as Paul talked, the grand entrance to the underground arena began to illuminate with a foreboding red luster, as if an ominous fire Pokémon was approaching. Onlookers and inhabitants swiftly retreated to the safety of their homes, while Pokémon followed suit, seeking refuge in their shelters.
The sound of multiple footsteps echoed through the air, marching in perfect synchrony as if heralding the arrival of the ruler of those dark domains. Initially emanating from the entrance, the footsteps soon echoed from other paths leading to the battlefield.
"Not this again..." Gladion muttered under his breath.
The ice created by the legendary bird, which according to legends could withstand the highest temperatures and the test of time, began to evaporate as the red luster drew nearer, its intense glow casting an eerie hue over the frozen landscape.
The frozen keepers and their Pokémon finally broke free as the heat weakened their icy prisons. Confused and gasping for breath, they stumbled aside to make way for their more disciplined counterparts who arrived in an organized march, clad in the same crimson attire but exuding a more imposing presence.
These newcomers took their positions with precision, forming a human barricade that Ash and his companions could not easily break through. They stood in eerie silence, waiting with an air of anticipation that sent a chill down the spines of those facing them.
A moment of tense silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by an ominous steel roar and approaching footsteps. The ground trembled beneath the weight of the massive creature, its towering figure emerged into the arena with an aura of raw power.
"A Heatran..." Ash's voice was barely a whisper as he recognized the legendary Pokémon, its colossal size dwarfing every other of the same species he had encountered before.
A profound silence enveloped the arena, broken only by the crackling of the flames within Heatran’s massive body. Then, amidst the hushed atmosphere, the rhythmic cadence of footsteps echoed through the space, gradually growing louder and more pronounced.
As the imposing figure approached, even the legendary Pokémon seemed to defer to her presence, stepping aside to allow her passage. And then, accompanied by a man and a woman by each side, she emerged into view, commanding the attention of all with her mere presence alone.
"Vaya grupo tan peculiar," she remarked in her distinctive Paldean dialect, her voice carrying a hint of amusement as she took a glance at the blonde man behind the ruby glasses. “I know who you are, detective, so you can remove that ridiculous thing. It hides your ‘attractivo’.”
The middle-aged woman clad herself in the same colors of her people, but a single sight of her attire was enough to confirm she used the most exclusive and fine fabrics, proper of her dominance and style. Crafted from sleek black leather, she exuded an aura of danger, each garment meticulously tailored to accentuate her frame. Her crimson coat, draped over her shoulders and fastened at the neck, added a bold touch of regal ferocity. Knee-high leather boots, polished to perfection, grounded her steps with unwavering confidence, while small earrings adorned her ears, the only hint of adornment against her tanned skin.
With eyes as brown as smoldering embers, her gaze bore the same ferocity and authority as her rule, framed by long dark hair arranged in a braid that cascaded down to her hips. She was a fierce beauty, commanding respect and fear with every glance, a true Sovereign of Shadows.
“Let me be clear about one thing before we begin,” the woman said as she took center stage and clasped her hands behind her back. “At least one of you won’t ever leave this place.”