Deep in the Spirit World.
A faint white glow enveloped Pheobe.
She said it came from her clothes. They had once protected her body from falling ill during long stays in the Spirit World.
After all, mediums were human, while the Spirit World belonged to Ghost Pokémon and the souls of the dead.
That faint glow could hardly drive back the darkness, so Dusknoir used its single eye as a flashlight.
The path ahead came into clear view.
Baimu quietly put away his 150,000-lumen flashlight without giving the mighty device a chance to shine.
As they drew farther from the Spirit World Gate, Pheobe stopped and pointed above his head.
"You have a talent for being a medium."
Beside his paper Spirit Hat, two azure ghostly flames swayed in the breeze like will-o'-the-wisps.
She continued, "Those flames are essentially manifestations of your soul. Normally, I'd have to bring them out.
"But they lit themselves just now. That proves your mental power is strong enough to leave your body."
At that, Pheobe suddenly remembered Baimu's past—
He was a man who had died and come back to life.
Pheobe and her grandmother held different views on what "resurrection" meant, and after returning home, they had argued for a long time about what had happened to Baimu.
Even so, regaining life was beyond anything an ordinary person could comprehend.
She explained it to him in detail.
In short, the unusual abilities humans possessed in the Pokémon World varied widely, but nearly all were tied to mental power.
Humans couldn't wield elemental energy, after all.
All they could train were their bodies and minds.
And the urban legend about a boy waking up one morning as a Kadabra had not come from nowhere.
The mysterious powers of mediums operated in the realm of