On the streets, the crowds swarmed like ants, colorful flags fluttered in the wind, and the stalls, like little colored blocks, stood neatly lined along both sides of the square.
Farther away lay a chain of rolling mountains. Wisps of cloud clung to the mountaintops, and above them, several Flying-type Pokémon could vaguely be seen circling, like a few casual brushstrokes in an ink painting.
Farther still, a black ribbon wound into the distance—that was Route 119, the road they had traveled here on. Seen from high above now, it looked so tiny, yet so clear, like the veins of the earth.
"Eevee..." Eevee finally stopped screaming. Its little head slowly turned as it took in the beautiful scenery.
Those large brown eyes reflected the blue sky, White Cloud, the mountains, the city, and the faintly visible coastline in the distance.
Axew gradually relaxed as well. The magnificent view reflected in its purplish-red eyes, and something seemed to be quietly awakening within its small body.
Charmander was even quieter than usual. It raised its head toward the higher blue sky, an unfamiliar light shining in its orange eyes.
It opened its mouth, and a deep, drawn-out rumble emerged from its throat.
The sound was not loud, yet it carried an indescribable penetrating force as it drifted away on the wind.
White Cloud seemed to sense something. She slightly turned her head and glanced at Charmander with her pure black eyes before letting out a soft response.
"Char..." Charmander withdrew its gaze and looked at Xinhai, its eyes filled with a certain yearning.
Xinhai reached out and rubbed its little head.
"You will." His voice was soft but certain. "One day, you'll be able to fly with your own wings, just like them."
Charmander nodded hard, and the flame on its