The Gift of the Key Stone

Steven did not dwell for long on the fact that Aggron could use Surf.

Anything was possible.

Who said a water-scarce inland region could not learn Surf?

More importantly than worrying about that was getting out of this dangerous place.

Fortunately.

They had not been far below the surface to begin with, at most a little over a hundred meters. With Mawile and Claydol's help, getting out was easy.

The water had surged in quickly, but aside from Aggron, almost no one had been touched by it.

Before long.

Baimu and Steven stood on higher ground. Beside them were Mawile, brushing dust from herself, Aron and Aggron, both full of amazement, and Claydol, who knew what it was thinking about.

They looked down at the water gurgling out below them, each wearing a different expression.

Baimu had thought the water would wash the opening wider, but before long, the flow weakened, as though the underground river had run dry.

Part of the water that had poured out seeped into the ground, while the rest rapidly turned into vapor beneath the blazing sun.

This damn weather.

Baimu frowned slightly. If they wanted the south of Orre to be covered in greenery and improve its climate, that would be an important issue too. Under a sun like this, who knew how many fragile plants would be baked to death.

Come to think of it, one interesting thing about the Pokémon world was how a single region could contain all kinds of climates, from deserts to lands of ice and snow.

Steven walked to the entrance and glanced at the pitch-black hole.

"Maybe we hit a tributary, or some shallow groundwater."

"Mm."

Baimu responded and looked at Aggron. "Now we have water, so the first condition is barely met. What about ore?"

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