Night fell.
Rain poured down, its steady roar filling the air.
Clouds blotted out the sky above the entire Nebel Plateau, casting everything in oppressive darkness.
High on a dark, sheer cliff,
a warm orange light shone like a lighthouse on the coast. Many Wild Pokémon huddled in their nests, watching it curiously.
The nights on the Nebel Plateau were rarely so bright,
especially around that bleak cliff shrouded in mist.
Every Pokémon knew the plateau's protector lived there. Powerful and unchanging as a mountain, it seldom drew close to them, but silently guarded everything on this land.
How could light be coming from there?
Had the human brought it?
That human...
The Wild Pokémon remembered the unfamiliar food they had tasted during the day and swallowed instinctively.
But the downpour kept them from investigating. In weather like this, even Pokémon that loved water chose to curl up in their nests.
Sleepiness crept over them.
Countless Pokémon drifted off.
Meanwhile, at the source of the light, inside a spacious cave,
the rain had soaked only a narrow strip along the cliff's outer edge. The interior remained dry and comfortable.
Wrapped in a soft blanket, Baimu gazed down at the quiet wilderness and still lake. Around the orange camping lamp, Pokémon of every kind slept sprawled in all directions.
"Hah..."
His breath came out in a white puff.
The Nebel Plateau lay in eastern Kalos.
In spring, the temperature dropped sharply at night. With the downpour on top of that, it was now below five degrees Celsius.
Baimu felt a little disappointed.
It wasn't because he was in a bad mood, nor because the cold made it impossible to sleep.
The Pokémon gathered around him gave off enough warmth to ward off the wind blowing in from outside. Their breathing, some