Alo!
You're actually serious?!
Baimu felt every hair on his body stand on end. If Lugia turned into Shadow Lugia and lost its reason, rampaging everywhere, could his current strength withstand it?
It would be tough!
Even if it wasn't the only one of its kind under heaven, the power it possessed was obviously immense.
Besides, if Lugia couldn't beat black technology, could it really not beat a tiny Trainer like him?
Seeing the great bird's silver-white feathers gradually turn pitch-black in the distance, Baimu—who had long understood the truth that one should run when a boss was transforming—turned and sprinted away.
But after only two steps, he realized that Porygon2 had stupidly remained where it was.
"Damn it! It's waiting for the transformation to finish, but what are you waiting for?"
He turned back, scooped it into his arms, and angrily complained. A few minutes ago, he had still thought this stupid duck had changed, developed its own schemes, and grown more clever. Yet here it was, just as dazed as ever.
Did it think it was a camera? Even if Shadow Lugia destroyed the world, it still wouldn't be hurt.
Mawile, on the other hand, needed no reminder. After charging in and out of the Shadow Pokémon horde with him back then, it knew very well that this thing wasn't to be provoked casually.
The Dreepy siblings had remained motionless atop his head, obedient beyond belief.
One person and four Pokémon ran for all they were worth.
As Baimu took another step, a short sound unlike any human voice rang beside his ears along with Lugia's agonized roar. It wasn't until he had run over a hundred meters that he realized Lugia seemed to have shouted, "Save me."
But when he thought back carefully, the memory was hazy.