Originally, they could choose whether to leave...
Now they had no choice.
"You have no choice."
Facing the Hisuian Goodra, who were furious but afraid to speak up, Baimu put it bluntly. "The iron-rich water you've depended on is gone. Iron Island is no longer a place you can live."
Wild Pokémon were contradictory creatures. They struggled to accept reality, yet adapted to it easily once they did.
In other words, they wouldn't give up until every other path was closed.
"Goomi!"
"Goomiru!"
They still wanted Baimu to put back what he had taken, though he had told them over and over that he couldn't.
When words failed, he dropped the Space-Time Wristband into the pool. "See for yourselves."
The Iron Plate had merged with the Space-Time Wristband right before the Hisuian Goodra's eyes.
Even if they had been busy fighting over the food Sliggoo brought back.
Clink~
The Space-Time Wristband fell into the pool. The Hisuian Goodra crowded around and peered down, hoping water would start pouring out.
It didn't.
"Goomi..."
One Hisuian Goodra let out a despairing cry.
Without the iron-rich water, they and the Sliggoo might well be the last of their kind.
The next generation of Goomy might never develop the enormous shells they had.
Before long, more Goodra and Sliggoo that had noticed something wrong with the water arrived. At the sight of the dry pool and their despairing companions, they wailed together.
"Woo..."
Where were they supposed to go now?
Aaron felt for them, but there was nothing he could do. He could only sigh.
He pitied the Hisuian Goodra, but he also understood that Baimu had to complete the mission Arceus had given him.
The Plate belonged to Arceus in the first place!
Cynthia looked up at the murals. She chose to trust