Late at night.
Baimu was lost in a dream, happily digging away.
Calyrex, however, tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He drifted quietly out of the tent, glanced at the bright moon on the horizon, and slowly flew toward the lakeshore.
"Huff..."
Aggron glanced up at him, then turned away and pretended not to notice.
Even if Aggron warned him, Calyrex might not listen. As long as he did not wander too far, Aggron could keep some watch over him.
This area was hardly safe.
Aggron glanced toward the Red Giant Tree. Wild Pokémon were active by day or by night, and Corviknight's submission did not mean the others had submitted too.
Besides, their boss had given no orders.
A nighttime ambush would hardly be surprising.
Of course.
There was no need to disturb their Trainer's precious sleep over something so minor.
Aggron had already settled things with Porygon2 and the others. If the wild Pokémon dared attack, they would storm their dens and beat everyone from the old ones to the young. That would straighten them out.
Now they only had to wait for someone to attack and give them a proper excuse.
At Ballimere Lake's shore.
Calyrex gazed at his reflection in the moonlit water, silently pondering what he had seen earlier.
"An immortal lays a hand upon your head..."
He had never seen how other humans cared for or trained Pokémon. But from Baimu's conversation with Dragapult, and the way the other Pokémon seemed to be keeping a secret, he sensed something amiss.
He could not help drawing a connection.
God.
Baimu had spoken of this being, one who knew Calyrex's secret.
Calyrex had learned from Porygon2 that "God" meant a being who knew all and could do anything. That sounded rather like Calyrex in his former