The only way to learn the truth was probably to dig through the passage.
Too bad Hoopa couldn't understand the Spirit World Entrance. Otherwise, finding it with his Warp Ring would have been much faster than digging with machines.
As Baimu lowered his head in thought, Spiritomb dragged its Wedge Stone a little closer with its spectral body.
"Mika!"
It looked a little hungry for a treat.
Sure enough, even a century-old ghost couldn't resist Pokéblocks. Those solid treats, packed with the essence of countless Berries, were another great treasure of human invention.
Baimu took out two Pokéblocks and handed them over. After all he had used lately, he barely had any left in his pocket.
Time to make more.
While his thoughts wandered, Pheobe seriously considered why the Gatekeeper Pokémon had blocked the entrance.
Ordinarily, once a Ghost Pokémon became a Gatekeeper, protecting the Spirit World Entrance became the most important thing in its life.
Blocking the entrance went so completely against that instinct that it was like an Aggron snapping a tree it had planted, or a Snorlax losing its appetite and suffering insomnia. Judging by the number of lost souls piled up, the Spirit World Entrance might have been blocked for many, many years.
Perhaps Grandma knew?
Pheobe thought of the grandmother who had made her a medium. She was considered capable of standing on her own now, but the Spirit World still held far too many mysteries.
The two returned to the work site. No second Spiritomb had appeared underground during their brief absence. Apart from the thunder of machinery, nothing had happened. Once the crew got to work, they showed the same efficiency that had let them rebuild Pyrite Town in six months.
After finishing at eight that evening, they would be able to break