The towers were named Space-Time.
One represented time, the other space, their spires soaring into the clouds.
With the endless yellow sand no longer obscuring them, the Space-Time Towers once again appeared before the eyes of everyone in Alamos Town.
Above Alamos Town, in front of the Space-Time Towers, a massive spatial rift gaped open like a grotesque maw, eager to devour the entire town.
Countless Strong Winds born from the collision and convergence of time and space spilled from it.
Wherever they passed,
everything silently vanished.
It was as though all things were merely bubbles in a dream, shattering at the slightest touch.
The people beneath the towers held their breath and looked up at the enormous figures standing within the rift.
All the Strong Winds of time and space naturally veered away when they swept past them.
"Dialga. Palkia."
Cyrus, clad in Team Galactic attire, opened his dead-fish eyes. For the first time, his usually emotionless face revealed uncontrollable fervor, his voice filled with admiration and eagerness.
An inexplicable emotion spread from the control room atop the Space-Time Towers, invisibly affecting every living creature in Alamos Town.
Fear, terror, and despair spread through the eyes of Alamos Town's residents.
This was—
the end of the world!
Dialga and Palkia seemed to sense something, their scarlet eyes sweeping across the Space-Time Towers.
But they paid them no heed.
Their hearts were already filled with rage. The amplified fury only made them want to tear apart the thing before them and erase everything.
The flames of rage rapidly rose in their eyes.
Boom!!
Roar of Time—
The blue crystal on Dialga's chest shone brilliantly as the laws of time contained within its roar were unleashed.
Layer after layer of ripples seemed to contain the supreme principles of time itself. Everything