Soon, Clefable's senses locked onto a direction.
About three kilometers away in that direction lay an area with abnormal energy readings.
There were no chaotic battles among wild Pokémon there, nor were there any signs of life.
Only an extremely faint energy fluctuation, identical in frequency to the sound wave from earlier, was slowly dissipating.
Clefable opened its eyes, a cold gleam flashing through its purple pupils.
Pink Inner Focus wrapped around it, and Clefable vanished from where it stood in an instant.
The next second, Clefable appeared in a deep, shadowy mine tunnel.
This was already deep within the heart of Mt. Moon. The surrounding rock walls bore traces left by time—ancient mineral veins, dried-up underground riverbeds, and excavation marks from some unknown era.
The air was thick with a stale scent mixed with the metallic tang unique to ore.
Clefable floated within the tunnel, its purple eyes sweeping over its surroundings.
Its senses were locked onto a point not far ahead—at the end of this tunnel, behind that rough rock wall.
Clefable floated before the rock wall, its purple eyes fixed on the stone before it.
Then, it extended its right palm.
A faint earthy-yellow glow covered its palm—the energy of the Ground type.
Under Clefable's control, the earthy-yellow glow slowly seeped into the rock wall.
The rocks began to move, slowly retreating as though they were living things.
First, a fine crack appeared in the rock at the center of the wall. Then, the crack expanded to both sides, while layers of stone folded inward one after another, as though an invisible hand were opening a thick stone book.
There was no sound, no vibration.
The rocks withdrew at a measured pace, every fold as precise as a surgical operation.
A tunnel wide enough for one