Shelgon widened its eyes and stared at Roy in disbelief.
Someone actually wanted to catch me?
It sized Roy up, and a strange stirring suddenly rose in its heart.
...This guy had to be sick in the head.
Yes.
Even Shelgon itself had given up on itself long ago.
Ten years of trying and struggling without being able to evolve had already worn away its confidence and optimism. Its motivation and reason for wanting to grow stronger had also become meaningless after that "betrayal."
The heart that had once desperately yearned to soar through the skies had long since withered away.
It had chosen to accept reality and was prepared to reach the end of its life in this form.
Roy felt that Scarface was talking too much. Annoyed, he said, "Leave first. I want to talk to Shelgon alone." Glastrier immediately caught on, blasting a fierce stream of icy breath from its nostrils in warning.
Seeing this, Scarface's Dragonite flew off resentfully. Only then did Roy ask, "Can I examine your body?" Shelgon answered with its actions.
It lay down on the spot, indicating that Roy could do whatever he wanted. It did not care anymore.
Roy reached out and touched its shell, letting Aura Power seep inside as he examined Shelgon's condition.
Within his Aura vision, the cells inside Shelgon had already formed the rudimentary body of a "Dragonite," curled up inside like an infant.
This Dragonite was already taller than average. When standing, it was at least over two meters tall, no worse than Scarface, the leader. Yet compared to Shelgon's enormous body, it still occupied only a third of the space. It was nowhere near the standard needed to "break out of its shell."
And that was not all.
Because most of its energy had been