The interior of the Undersea Ruins was not particularly large.
It consisted only of seawater from the outside that would not overflow, along with an enormous altar.
Mr. R had visited this place several times before, but without the "peaceful diva," Milotic, as the "key," he had been unable to obtain the object sealed within the Undersea Ruins.
But this time was different.
"Prepare to act."
Mr. R tossed the petrification device in his hand to Armored Mewtwo.
Centered on Armored Mewtwo, an invisible ripple spread outward. Confusion steadily caught the petrification device and the petrified Milotic within, then pressed the device's switch.
After a faint hum, the energy supply ceased, and the petrified Milotic gradually regained the ability to move.
It could sense the commotion outside, yet it could not see anything. It only knew that after being transported around for a long time, its restraints had finally been released.
With a slender, petite body like that of a sprite, pale green wavy hair cascading down, a sparkling gem on its forehead, and a black treble-clef-like ornament atop its head, Milotic slowly opened its eyes.
Reflected in its eyes were Mr. R's back as he faced away from it, as well as Armored Mewtwo floating in midair.
"Melo..."
Milotic looked at them with some fear. It was merely a frail and powerless diva—how had it ended up suffering through something like a kidnapping?
In Milotic's memories, it had originally been invited to the home of the White Eagle Alliance's president, a man with quite the talent for comedy, for afternoon tea.
Yet on the way there, David Wilson, one of the White Eagle Alliance's Elite Four and its escort, had suddenly attacked. He had locked the completely unsuspecting Milotic into a device and activated it.
Only then had it