Northern Village Secret Realm, Part Nine

Cyclizar looked at Groudon, who was brimming with interest, with a complicated expression.

To it, this felt like looking into a mirror that reflected its past—novel, yet frightening.

On Groudon, it saw the wild arrogance and dominance it had lost over the passage of time.

Compared to the time it had spent as Groudon, the time it had spent as Cyclizar was no more than a drop in the ocean. Yet the memories of that period were so complex and vivid, while its memories of the past were gradually fading.

So this was what it looked like from another perspective?

Groudon had originally been somewhat interested in Cyclizar. This creature, barely any different from an ant, had actually revealed Dragon eyes identical to its own. It had thought it had encountered an interesting opponent.

But the sighing, conflicted, observant, and nostalgic looks Cyclizar showed immediately afterward instantly killed Groudon's interest.

What was this? It had thought they could fight to their hearts' content. That look in Cyclizar's eyes was like some dejected middle-aged man reminiscing about the glory days of his youth, making Groudon feel sickened and disgusted.

Looking back on the past was the most useless and pathetic way to live. Fighting, struggling, battling, then advancing step by step toward an unknown future—that was Groudon's creed.

Groudon impatiently flicked its tail, its gaze toward Cyclizar filled with disdain. This guy was so lame—pathetically lame. It did not even want to look at him again.

Groudon stomped heavily on the ground. A shockwave, exquisitely controlled down to the finest detail, accurately knocked Cyclizar flying back into Metagross.

After doing all that, Groudon issued an ultimatum to the species it had never seen before, the obvious leader of these creatures.

"Gahss!"

Choose. Either fight it, or get smacked straight down the