As the blast wave faded, Clefable lowered their arm and swept their violet eyes toward the center of the rock chamber.
There, where the device had originally stood, only a charred crater remained.
The device was gone.
Along with its dials and precision components—everything had been blasted to dust.
Only tiny fragments lay scattered across the ground, the smallest no larger than grains of sand, the biggest merely the size of a fingernail.
Clefable hovered in midair, looking down at the fragments as a trace of gravity flashed through their violet eyes.
A device that emitted sound waves, and an explosion triggered when the device was picked up...
It seemed everything had been carefully arranged.
The moment someone found this place and tried to tamper with the device, the explosion would occur. The device would be destroyed, and all evidence would vanish in the blast.
Clefable shifted their gaze from the fragments and slowly scanned the rock chamber.
Other than these fragments, there was nothing else here.
Clefable frowned deeply, then expanded their Inner Focus to its limit.
Invisible psychic power spread outward from them in every direction, passing through the collapsed chamber and layers upon layers of rock, extending throughout the depths of Mt. Moon.
The next second, their senses caught countless battles.
Within Mt. Moon's vast body, across dozens of mine shafts and natural caverns, in every corner Clefable's Inner Focus could reach—fighting was still underway.
And it had grown even fiercer than before.
About seven kilometers to the east, in two adjoining mine shafts, the Onix and Graveler clans were locked in a frenzied slaughter. Their roars pierced through the rock layers, becoming bursts of violent energy within Clefable's senses.
Deeper to the north, several Onix were attacking a group of Diglett and Dugtrio.
However, Diglett and