A full half minute passed.
Only then did the transport plane stop shaking violently.
When Baimu and the others hurriedly looked outside, they saw the waters near Rustboro City, turned upside down by Primal Groudon and Primal Kyogre.
Layer upon layer of enormous waves had frozen into jagged spires. The ice covered such a vast area that it formed an island.
The abnormal heat brought by Desolate Land had been neutralized, making the air a little more comfortable...
But the situation had grown even more tense.
Far away, police and television helicopters had barely steadied themselves through the energy storm. Now they were racing back to the harbor. Their crews had clearly learned that a battle between ancient Pokémon was no spectacle ordinary people could watch from the sky.
And directly ahead of the icy island...
Primal Kyogre, the culprit, floated half above the water and stared coldly at Primal Groudon, frozen inside a mountain of ice nearby.
Crack, crack, crack—
With a series of sharp snaps, Primal Groudon shattered the ice imprisoning it, molten rock flowing across its body. The two faced each other in a standoff that looked ready to erupt into battle again.
The mood inside the transport plane was heavy, but everyone turned their attention to the dazzling light overhead.
"The energy above the sea is still surging! The crystal density is rising faster, too. It's about to solidify!"
The intelligence officer's warning made everyone tense.
Baimu glanced at Alain and caught a fleeting change in his expression. Lysandre must have been talking to him privately, urging him to charge in and throw his life away.
All that talk about how "the Legendary Stone only has meaning in human hands" had thoroughly fooled this hotheaded kid. Lion Head, you really had no heart!
Sure enough.
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