Compared to usual, the cold-toned laboratory was far more spacious and empty.
Set carelessly in one corner of a broad worktable covered in reagents, the strange narrow-mouthed pot trembled slightly.
Through certain special means, Hoopa's Evil Thoughts, which had secretly communicated with Little Hoopa through their connection, had returned.
Within the pitch-black pot, Malice raised its head and looked at the sealed passage leading outside, letting out a faint sigh in the empty surroundings.
It had never left the Prison Bottle, nor could it.
The mouth of the pot had been sealed with Imprison. Those divine beings who had once been brainwashed and twisted by Dark Mewtwo could not open it. Giovanni and Dark Mewtwo might have had a way, but they certainly would not be kind enough to help Malice open it.
Otherwise, it could have simply slipped out of the pot, hidden in some corner, and ignored the thunder and lightning outside while waiting for a chance to seize its body back.
Why would it need to maneuver between the two sides and cooperate with them?
Still, Hoopa's Evil Thoughts did not regret the decision it had made today.
It had nowhere left to retreat to. But rather than let that Oni thing and Giovanni benefit, Hoopa's Evil Thoughts would rather be judged by that old bastard Arceus in the future.
After all, he won't kill me!
After sighing, Hoopa's Evil Thoughts lay flat inside the Prison Bottle, bored out of its mind and giving up completely.
After all, it had just used up the last of the power it had accumulated that could bypass the Prison Bottle's Imprison and affect the outside world.
That applied both to establishing contact and to using Hyperspace Hole to deliver a local specialty over there.
The energy produced after digesting the