Big Kitty, Do You Need Help?

Under Entei's gaze, Yan Yang slowly crouched down, trying to approach the curled-up Luxray.

His movements were as gentle as Cosmog's, every slight motion accompanied by a deliberate pause.

Though Luxray had lost the windows to its vision, its ears remained sharp.

It heard the rustling of grass blades and sensed that something was breaking through the fragile barrier of peace it had painstakingly built.

An instinctive panic seized it.

It tried to prop up its weakened body, wanting to leave, to escape this approaching, unknown contact.

Last night, it had dragged its nearly exhausted body through the darkness, relying on its remaining sense of smell and vague spatial awareness to stumble into this thicket and bury itself deep inside.

A whole day had passed without being discovered. That was good.

Darkness and silence were its only armor now. But that armor had been lifted away.

Go. Keep going. Go somewhere deeper, darker, until I disappear completely.

It... didn't know where it was.

The map in its mind was blank, and the coordinates marked "home" had long since vanished.

It had forgotten why it had come here, and could remember even less about what had happened before.

Its memories seemed to have been violently torn away by more than half, leaving behind ragged, painful breaks.

Only an empty sense of "loss" remained incomparably clear—it had once possessed something, something important, but now it was gone. Everything was gone.

It vaguely remembered the agonizing pain of being forcibly torn away.

Someone had used a cold, decisive method to throw it out of the Poké Ball that represented "belonging" and "peace."

The instant it left the ball, some invisible connection snapped.

It was like the umbilical cord sustaining its life had been severed, or like a piece of its soul had been