By the lakeside.
Crystal snowflakes drifted down through the cold, silent air.
Regidrago, frozen into a massive ice sculpture, had somehow fallen to the ground. The Y-shaped lights hidden inside its dragon-skull head flickered.
"Grrr..."
A few seconds later, the lights faded, and it fell silent.
The battle was decided in a single move.
Baimu recalled Regidrago into its Poké Ball. He drew a deep breath of air chilled by Glacial Lance, then slowly exhaled a white mist. He couldn't quite name what he was feeling.
If Aggron had faced Regidrago, it could have knocked it out in one blow too: Mega Evolve, time an Avalanche or another move just right, and strike second.
But there was no way it could have frozen a full-power Dragon's Maw formed from Dragon-type energy!
Glacial Lance.
What a terrifying move.
Its enormous power, ability to hit multiple targets, and perfect accuracy were absurd enough in the games. Who knew it could be even more outrageous in real life?
He couldn't help asking, "How much of your power have you recovered?"
"A little."
Calyrex's answer sounded modest, but it was arrogance itself.
Baimu suspected that if Calyrex's fingers were more nimble, he might even have seen him make that mocking gesture with his thumb and forefinger.
Calyrex added, "At least these eyes of mine can no longer gaze into the distant future."
A weakened Future Sight...
Wait.
Baimu frowned. "The distant future? How far ahead can't you see? A minute? Ten minutes? Half an hour?"
"By your reckoning, my limit is about five seconds."
Calyrex didn't mind revealing his condition. He rather enjoyed the subtle changes in Baimu's expression as the young man learned how powerful he was.
He had waited too long for this day.
The boy needed to understand the power of