"Damn it!!! You actually didn't call me! Ah!!! You heartless bastard!!"
Inside the Gym.
The humanoid Umbreon's howl echoed through the entire Gym.
Heiduo sat on the sofa in the study, slowly sipping the coffee Rika had brewed. Beside him sat Darkrai, eyes lowered and surrounded by an oppressive gloom.
Darkrai had returned to reality long ago, yet they had never managed to wake the sleeping Heiduo, utterly disgracing themselves as the God of Nightmares.
Like Palkia in the Hoopa movie, ruined beyond recovery.
Heiduo did not even need to complain. Darkrai had already suffered a complete mental breakdown and shut themselves away upstairs.
"Do you think I'm a prophet? Besides, I couldn't get out halfway through back then."
Heiduo looked tranquil. Ever since waking that morning, he had felt as though he had entered sage mode, his mind utterly calm.
It was probably the lingering influence Arceus had left on him.
But that was not a bad thing.
Compared to the composed Heiduo, Umbreon was far more agitated.
At first, Umbreon had been terrified of Arceus because they believed they had smuggled themselves over and even carried a system from another world.
They had thought that if Arceus, the local god, discovered them, their head would definitely be twisted off.
They had wanted nothing more than to stay as far away as possible.
When Heiduo had brought them along to the Divine Capital Ruins, they had hidden in his bag and trembled the entire time, not daring to come out at all.
Unexpectedly, Arceus was nothing like they had imagined. Arceus had known everything about them, from their origins to everything they had done in the past. All of it had unfolded beneath Arceus's gaze.
There had never been any "smuggling" in the first place.
They had been personally