"Raaah!!"
The roar echoed through the night sky.
Giratina left without looking back, as though it had made up its mind.
Its partner Volo was abandoned without mercy, left surrounded by Pokémon on all sides.
Though Giratina had gone, the Space-Time Rift above Mt. Coronet remained.
After all, Dialga and Palkia were the source. The rift would not close until those two came to their senses.
And if they didn't...
They were going to Mt. Coronet tomorrow anyway. He could use the Red Chain to summon them, then talk some sense into them—or give them a beating.
Beneath the quiet night sky, Baimu recalled his conversation with Giratina—
"What do you mean there are too many restless souls in Hisui and they're getting on your nerves?"
"Oh, now you're looking for another excuse—'I was bored and wanted something to do.' So what you're saying is there's nobody in the Distortion World, and you're lonely and unloved!"
"Am I wrong? Look at you, getting angry over a few words! You were lonely, so you went and bothered your two brothers. Then you made them angry and dragged Hisui into it."
"You've got some nerve. Is the real world your territory, somewhere you can come and go as you please? How would you like it if I dropped by your home next time?"
"Ooh, someone's upset. I'm going. What are you going to do, bite me?"
The exchange between man and dragon had hardly been friendly. But Baimu had not been trying to anger Giratina for the sake of it; he had discovered that talking nicely to it was useless.
Even a heart-to-heart could not sway it. Sarcasm and cutting remarks, on the other hand, actually made its anger subside.
Perhaps that was simply the nature of the Nether Dragon, which embodied