They crossed an endless sea of forest and mountains that stretched for thousands of miles.
The afternoon sun blazed overhead.
The Crimson Mirelands spread before Baimu, a vast expanse of gold. Heavy heads of grain swayed in the wind, rising and falling like waves.
According to Professor Laventon, the Crimson Mirelands had dangerous swamps, but its soil was exceptionally fertile. Sturdy heads of grain grew there with little work, providing food for the people.
That was why the Diamond Team had claimed the area and planted Hearty Grains on a large scale, bringing in a bumper harvest almost every year.
As Baimu could see, people no bigger than ants dotted the fields of ripe grain. Wearing straw hats, some bent over their work while others rested in the shade.
"Baimu! There's a market!"
The Porygon Phone suddenly spoke up.
He followed its gaze and spotted a bustling market at the foot of the layered mountains, right where the entrance to the Crimson Mirelands seemed to be.
Huh?
Wasn't this supposed to be a temporary base?
Then Baimu saw the Team Galactic flags planted around the market. He hadn't remembered wrong.
Compared to the game, though, the number of people who had actually come to settle Hisui was hundreds, even thousands of times greater. A few tents would never be enough.
Team Galactic had also established the base in the Crimson Mirelands to strengthen its ties with the Diamond Team.
After all, settling new lands in the Pokémon World was fairly peaceful. People didn't go around scalping each other.
Baimu landed outside the market and put on the crest Professor Laventon had given him to show who he was.
Thanks to the crest on his chest, the guards let him in after only a couple of glances, though Terapagos perched on