Giovanni wishes everyone a happy Lunar New Year's Eve.
The black-and-green Doberman trod lightly across the rubble-strewn Colosseum.
At this moment, it was as if time had been pulled back into the past.
Nightmare was like a gladiator forcibly driven into the arena, eyed by a predator and facing a crisis of life and death.
But his time on the run had already robbed him of the courage to fight. Darkrai was no match for the other side, and only one thought filled his mind.
Run!
Nightmare tried the same old trick, intending to use Darkrai's ability to slip into the Shadow World and escape.
Now that it had caught up to him, Zygarde naturally would not allow him another chance to flee.
Deep green light spread outward from Zygarde 10% Forme, bathing the weathered structures of the Colosseum in green.
The spreading Mist did not swallow him up as usual. Instead, as though it had encountered some obstacle, it slammed headfirst into the wall formed by the deep green light.
And that was not the only bad news.
Forced by the power contained within the deep green radiance, a shadowy creature with no pupils, an eerie howl, and a body made entirely of constantly roiling Mist was blasted straight out of the shadows.
Its body bore many wounds. The deep green power was locked in a stalemate with the Mist, preventing it from healing.
The Nightmare God, Darkrai!
Its condition was no better than that of its counterpart, the Beautiful Dream God Cresselia.
The only difference was probably that Nightmare had been more cautious, striking once before changing locations. Darkrai's level of corruption was about the same as Cresselia's in Tokyo a year ago.
"Corrupted to this extent... is there really only one path left?"
Zygarde 10% Forme looked