He Seemed to Know a Lot About Food

"Xia Yan, are you alright?"

Ignoring her own pain, Diantha hurried forward and supported the staggering Xia Yan.

Drasna and Wikstrom also got up and gathered around him.

"Xia Yan, your hand."

Seeing that Xia Yan's left palm had completely turned to stone, Drasna showed a worried expression as well.

Xia Yan lowered his head and looked at it.

He grimaced.

To be honest, after it had been petrified, he did not really feel anything himself.

It was like his hand had been chopped off.

Or as if someone were gripping his palm tightly, refusing to let it move even an inch.

There was no pain, no numbness, no soreness—just no sensation at all.

Tap, tap.

Even Xia Yan could not help knocking on it.

It made a dull, solid sound.

"I'm fine." Xia Yan smiled calmly.

Yet judging by the pained look on his face, coupled with the fact that his palm had truly turned to stone, he did not look fine at all.

He actually was fine. He was merely pretending to be in pain.

At the very least,

he had to make it seem more believable that he had saved Diantha and the other two.

"What a pity."

Xia Yan looked toward the slowly dispersing dust and the ruins being besieged by Zygarde, Reshiram, and Xerneas.

The already sizable crater had now expanded several times over.

The "z" mark left by Zygarde, the scorched earth burned—and even vaporized—by Reshiram's Blue Flare, and the pit left behind by Xerneas.

Yveltal lay within the crater, having completely lost the ability to move, along with—

the stone statue of Lysandre at the edge of the ruins, utterly pulverized by the overwhelming damage dealt by the Legendary Pokémon.

However, Xia Yan looked at the spot where Lysandre's stone statue had originally