Zacian and Zamazenta!

Hm?

Hearing the voice suddenly ring out in his mind, Jing He was briefly stunned before immediately realizing what was happening.

Zacian and Zamazenta?

Were they pleading for the two people in front of him?

These two idiots needed someone to plead for them?

They had not shown themselves earlier or later, but chose this exact moment?

Jing He glanced at Gengar without giving anything away.

How could Gengui not understand what Jing He meant? Its eyes spun as it broke into a mischievous grin.

The next second.

Bang! Bang!

Sordward and Shielbert fell flat onto the ground without surprise, their eyes rolling back, foam spilling from their mouths as their bodies twitched slightly.

"Gah!"

Sirfetch'd raised its Leek Sword. The wild Pokémon that had gathered behind it to lend support could not help but cheer at the sight.

"Awooo—"

A distant, melodious cry rang out.

The forest seemed to tremble softly. The already pervasive mist grew even hazier, yet before Jing He and the others, the fog gradually opened up a bright path.

Babbling water, winding secluded paths, a broken and decayed archway, and an ancient altar flickered into view.

Two figures slowly emerged.

They had similar outlines. Looking only at their shadows, they resembled two large wolves.

As the mist slowly dispersed and their forms became clearer, Jing He finally saw what they truly looked like.

On the left stood one covered in thick, drooping blue fur, with scar-like markings across its body. It looked like a battle-hardened warrior, those "wounds" proof of countless battles. One of its ears even seemed to be missing a piece.

The one on the right was covered in dark crimson fur. Rather than hanging down, its coat appeared sharply defined. It too bore the "wounds" of countless battles, with a piece missing