wtwo darted through the sky beneath the clouds, carrying Logan effortlessly with its psychic power.
Inside Logan's mind, a vivid ntal image appeared: wtwo's map of w's flight path.
As Logan studied the wild, swirling lines, his brow furrowed.
"…It feels like it's playing a ga," he muttered.
Despite hurtling through the air at incredible speed, Logan felt none of the biting wind or turbulence — it was as calm as sitting in a sealed cockpit. Even speaking aloud felt natural.
"That first ti we saw w in Viridian Forest, I had the sa sense," Logan said quietly.
"Its thoughts are like a child's… and now it's obvious. It doesn't even notice your fighting intent, wtwo — it just treats this as a ga."
[I can sense part of its mind, Logan. And you're right: even though I was created after it, my thinking is far more mature.]
wtwo's voice echoed in Logan's consciousness. It wasn't boasting — just stating a fact.
"Even against other Legendary Pokémon, you're still the mature one," Logan replied.
"It's not about which of you is older — it's about how close your thoughts are to a human's.
w wants to play hide-and-seek, but we don't have that luxury.
My body can't hold out for a long fight. wtwo, attack it directly — end this quickly!"
As Logan's command left his lips, wtwo's speeding form ca to a dead stop midair.
The sudden switch from motion to perfect stillness was so smooth that Logan didn't feel the slightest jolt.
Hovering a thousand ters above the ground, Logan looked down at the sparsely populated landscape.
He watched as wtwo raised a single hand.
A brilliant, visible purple light began to radiate from its body — psychic power so strong it bent reality around it.
Then, with a low shout, wtwo unleashed its attack.
Far below, a huge bank of clouds seed to explode outward, as though struck by an invisible, formless force.
And within that swirling burst of white and gray, Logan caught a fleeting glimpse of a faint pink shadow — w falling from the sky, its form flickering out of sight even as Logan strained to see.
This ti, wtwo didn't hold back.
Its hands gathered psychic energy, forming a razor-thin blade of raw force.
Like a falling sword of the mind, the Psystrike Blade — a ntal edge invisible to most eyes — cut silently through the air and slamd into the ground far below.
A long, deep fissure ripped across the earth itself.
If Sabrina's Alakazam could cut through boulders with its psychic blades, then wtwo's blade could split the very land apart.
[w felt that one. Its thoughts are filled with anger now.]
"Good," Logan said, eyes flashing.
"Dive, wtwo! We don't have ti — end this with overwhelming force!"
A streak of violet energy cut the sky.
Ahead, Logan glimpsed the outline of a ruined city: the crumbling skeleton of what had once been civilization.
wtwo shot down like a teor, trailing psychic force that made even the air shudder.
They crashed into the hollow shell of an old warehouse — the impact was thunderous.
The corroded steel ceiling shattered into fragnts.
With a groaning rumble, the warehouse collapsed in on itself.
At its heart, a vast crater opened, several ters deep, as if sothing had gouged out the earth.
Amid the swirling dust and falling beams, Logan and wtwo rose slowly from the wreckage.
In front of them, surrounded by the clang of steel and rubble, hovered a small, white-and-pink Pokémon — w.
Its eyes, usually innocent as a child's, now burned with confusion and anger.
"They say decades ago, when pollution peaked, a massive industrial complex was built near Cerulean," Logan said, floating above the ruins.
"Workers and their families gathered around it, and it beca a satellite city.
But after that great war swept the world, humanity swore off factories that poisoned nature.
The city was abandoned.
This must be it."
Logan's gaze swept across the dead city: towering, rusted fras of forgotten buildings, machinery swallowed by weeds.
The ground was streaked black by old chemicals, the air itself dry and foul, the wind tasting of decay.
All that remained here was a silent testant to a lost era — like another world's Chernobyl, haunted by painful mories.
"w's a Psychic-type, so wtwo — Shadow Ball, now!"
Logan drew in a sharp breath.
He couldn't be sure how long his body could endure, but until it gave out completely, he'd fight beside wtwo against this legend.
"Hyaah!" wtwo roared.
Between its hands, a black sphere pulsed into existence, cold and terrible.
Even shadows on the ground seed to quiver under its gravity.
"w?!" w squeaked.
Sensing danger, the childlike mirth vanished from its eyes.
w dodged in a blur of pink light, vanishing as the Shadow Ball streaked past.
The black sphere slamd into a steel frawork behind w.
For an instant, everything there was swallowed by pure darkness — and then gone, as if that part of the world had never existed.
"It's trying to run!" Logan barked.
"wtwo — Telekinesis!"
wtwo raised its hands high.
For a mont, the very air seed to warp and burn with purple light.
Within a radius of hundreds of ters, the ground trembled.
Abandoned apartnt buildings, six stories tall, bent and cracked — as if shoved by the hand of a titan.
With an earsplitting rumble, they toppled in a chain reaction, collapsing over w's last known position.
"BOOM— BOOM— BOOM—"
The shockwaves rattled the earth.
Dust and shattered stone rose in choking clouds, rolling outward.
Yet as they reached Logan and wtwo, the dust parted harmlessly, split by invisible psychic force — a protective sphere they didn't even need to think about.
Then, deep within the pile of collapsed steel and concrete — weighing hundreds of tons — a wave of raw energy surged outward.
Chunks of rock and rebar, wrapped in a violet glow, shot up like shells from a mortar battery.
Logan watched them arc through the air, deadly and precise.
At the sa ti, the wind twisted unnaturally around wtwo, forming a tornado that reached from the broken earth to the sky.
Far away, Green drifted on her Jigglypuff, moving slower than w or wtwo.
Even from kiloters away, she felt the air shift, the strange tension that made her skin prickle.
"Why is my heart racing so fast…?" she whispered, pressing a hand to her chest.
It felt as though her heart might burst out of her ribcage.
"I'm only here to watch," she told herself, licking her dry lips.
"Just to see them fight… like a trainer watching a match.
That shouldn't be dangerous… right?"
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