"Holy shit!"
Baimu shot upright and slammed his head into Hydreigon's thick belly, knocking himself back down.
"Shaa?!"
Jolted awake by the blow to its stomach, Hydreigon lowered its head and gave its trainer a wounded look. When it realized Baimu wasn't paying it any attention, its expression settled.
The other Pokémon gathered around at the sound.
Baimu rubbed his temples, still trying to recall everything he had just dreamed. He didn't want to lose a single detail.
Fortunately, the memories were clear. He remembered everything from beginning to end.
Unfortunately, the dream had stopped at the crucial moment. There should have been more, shouldn't there? A Ghost Pokémon couldn't have died just because a rock hit it.
Those people in the dream had been reckless.
Using explosives properly took real expertise. You couldn't just stuff a kilogram here, two kilograms there, set them off with a bang, and expect it to work.
They could have buried themselves alive down there!
He reached out to soothe the large faces crowding around him, told them he was fine, then closed his eyes and tried to sleep again so he could pick up where the dream had left off.
After all that commotion, though, he couldn't fall asleep no matter how he tried.
So he got up and headed outside.
Shan Ren, wearing a protective suit and helmet, happened to be walking toward him. When he saw Baimu, he said:
"Good, you're awake. We're nearly done down below. We'll reinforce the tunnel as we push farther in. The Lower Mines have complicated terrain, so watch yourself."
"Hold on." Baimu took a deep breath. "Do you know why the Lower Arena closed?"
Shan Ren looked puzzled. "Why do you ask? You think the Spirit World Entrance is in the Lower Arena? It might