What was this feeling?!
What was this feeling?!
What was this feeling?!
Pitch-black, shadowy, profound, and even...
"Mis!!"
An icy screech laden with intense emotion rang out, pulling Dian out of some spiraling abyss.
Dian shuddered, his hair standing on end. It had felt as though someone had covered his head, bound his limbs, stuffed him into a sack, and sunk him into the pitch-black, freezing deep sea with a heavy weight.
Everything had been swallowed by the darkness around him, leaving not a trace. There had even been an addictive pull that inspired endless yearning.
So this was...
Darkrai?
This was the nightmare god?
He looked around again. Only then did he notice that the elegantly dressed gentlemen, the lavishly made-up ladies, the dejected Team Rocket members, and even the newly freed Nidoking...
All these creatures, so full of life moments ago, had collapsed on the deck, letting the cold water wash over their blank faces.
Yes, at that moment, lifeless bodies lay in every direction. Each looked as though a skilled makeup artist had prepared them, ready to be wheeled into the halls of eternal sleep.
Dian did not need to look inside the secret room. He knew he was probably the only survivor aboard this nameless cruise ship.
The bitter irony was that the reason he had never been fully pulled into the nightmare, giving Misdreavus a chance to wake him, was the aura of Darkrai from ten years in the future within his body.
He took a deep breath, feeling every cell in his body tremble. "Heh... haha..."
"Hahaha, hahaha!!"
He burst into uncharacteristic laughter, laughing so hard that he clutched his stomach. His laughter seemed to be the only sound echoing across the entire cruise ship and the surrounding sea.
After more than a full