The Moon-Worshipping Battlefield was freezing cold.
Broken grayish-white stone pillars could be seen everywhere.
Like upright spears, they stood across the foothills, recounting the glory of the ancient People of Celestica and the desolation left by time's passage.
Before a deep cave, on a sunlit patch of flat ground, four people stood on opposite sides.
Adaman and Calaba stared intently at the Porygon Phone, which had transformed into a tablet. The images within left them utterly bewildered.
"Our Great Venerable Sinnoh... and the Pearl Team's... Great Venerable Sinnoh?"
The young leader of the Diamond Team wore a complicated expression.
Calaba staggered back several steps, shaking her head as she shouted, "I don't believe it! This has to be fake!"
She refused to believe that Dialga was not Great Venerable Sinnoh, that the Dialga in the footage was genuine, or that Baimu could be so close to Dialga.
How could the majestic Great Venerable Sinnoh be summoned so easily?
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Baimu gave a soft laugh. "Heh."
Some people said that Calaba's descendants might be Galar's Avery and Clara, judging by how Game Freak had portrayed them as thoroughly villainous.
"Calaba! Enough!"
Adaman cut her off sternly. "Are you still clinging to your delusions even now?"
Calaba retorted, "Adaman! How can you trust an outsider so easily?"
She gritted her teeth and glared at Baimu. "I won't surrender without a fight! If you've got what it takes, defeat me! Come out!"
"Skah!"
"Skah-tank!"
A chorus of cries rang out as Skuntank emerged from the nearby grass, surrounding Baimu and Ingo.
There were at least seven or eight of them.
The sight of her Pokémon immediately calmed Calaba's formerly panicked expression. "Since you're so capable, you can definitely beat me, right?"
Ingo shouted, "Hey! Aren't you ashamed of sending out so