After staying at the Pokémon Center in Freezington for a day, Xia Chen left the following morning.
Calyrex would not appear within the village. The place where it was most likely waiting for him should be the small snowy slope where they had first met.
Xia Chen had guessed correctly. The moment he climbed onto that slope, a Weavile appeared before him, gesturing as though it wanted to lead him somewhere.
Xia Chen guessed that it was the guide Pokémon Calyrex had sent, so he followed behind it.
With its sharp claws, Weavile was an expert at scaling snowy cliffs. After leading Xia Chen up an even steeper precipice, it gave a slight nod and left.
Calyrex was floating at the top of the cliff, waiting for Xia Chen.
They had not seen each other for over a month. Its aura had not grown much stronger, but it had become noticeably more condensed, and it carried itself with an even more imposing, inviolable kingly air.
It seemed to have once again become the King of Galar from ten million years ago.
"I have waited for you for a long time."
Calyrex stood with its back to Xia Chen, its calm voice carried over by the wind.
Xia Chen rolled his eyes and teased, "Does a little over ten days really count as a long time for someone like you?"
It was not that he felt no remorse over standing it up. It was just that Calyrex was laying the lofty act on way too thick now, to the point of seeming a little too pretentious.
A little over a month ago, it had still been nothing more than a pitiful oversized turnip everyone could push around!
The truth proved that a Pokémon's temperament could not undergo a drastic change in