The Pokémon Planet suddenly stopped spinning.
Clearly, it did not want him to see what happened next.
And then?
Heiduo sat cross-legged on the ground, waiting for the "then."
But after waiting and waiting, until he was nearly done inspecting every corner of the motionless Pokémon Planet, nothing happened.
The Arceus that had transformed from his pendant in the Hall of Origin retrieved the Plates it had "deliberately" scattered, returned to the Hall of Origin, and closed its eyes.
It no longer watched him within the planet.
Much less him, an observer outside the planet.
For Heiduo, that barely counted as good news.
Yet he still had no way of knowing why he had dreamed of Arceus for so long, and why he was now witnessing the birth of the universe and the development of the Pokémon World with his own eyes.
Arceus simply would not appear and explain itself.
So it had brought him here just to show him a "movie"?
Heiduo sank into thought.
Until someone suddenly poked his shoulder.
"!!!"
It was like someone patting his shoulder while he walked alone at night, like another scare suddenly popping out when he thought he had left a haunted house, like breathing appearing behind his head while he slept.
Heiduo sprang up, rapidly rolled forward several times, adjusted his stance, and instinctively reached behind his waist for a Poké Ball...
Before he could complete the full sequence of movements,
he had already stopped, awkwardly stood up, and patted off dust that did not exist.
Behind where he had been sitting, the Arceus he had been longing to see had one hoof slightly raised, looking at him with an amused half-smile.
Clearly, Arceus had been the one who poked him just now.
"How does it feel?"
It lowered its head