Divine beings, Flygon

Pitch-black.

Damp.

And cold.

That was how Dian felt at that moment.

He was at the very bottom of the underground caverns beneath this stretch of Gobi.

No, perhaps this was not the bottom yet.

Beedrill closed its eyes and sensed its surroundings.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

An invisible vibration seemed to spread from deep within its heart.

It abruptly opened its eyes, then nodded to Dian.

It was certain that this was one of the sources of the vibrations in this ancient region.

"Ka..."

Trapinch's eyes had gone blank. Something in the air drew it in against its will—no, it would hardly be an exaggeration to say that it had completely taken control of its body and mind.

Its body slowly began to move, heading deeper into the pitch-black cavern.

"What exactly is this place?"

Dian surveyed his surroundings in bewilderment. He was at least a hundred meters underground by now.

Through his specially made goggles, he could see what looked like a deep subterranean sea all around him, while he stood on an isolated island.

No, on an isolated island with an enormous cavern.

Beyond that lay only the pitch-black underground sea.

Apart from them, there were no traces of any Pokémon nearby, yet a sound kept echoing around them.

It was an enchanting sound.

It was an elegant sound.

It was, even, the sound of a divine being.

Dian carefully surveyed his surroundings again.

His first look had been driven by curiosity, while this second look was driven by his survival instincts.

After all, when facing potential danger, he had to know his route of retreat—or rather, his escape route.

"Misdreavus."

He calmly spoke the name that reassured him most, then recalled Beedrill.

"Mis."

Misdreavus nodded, then took a deep breath, wrapped her Trainer in red light, and