Early morning, the first ray of light just pierced through the window gauze and shone upon the empty bed.
Dream~ Misdreavus, full of spirit, tugged at Dian's freshly combed strands of hair, stubbornly creating a few cowlicks.
"All right." Dian paid no mind to Misdreavus's actions, for she was probably venting the pressure in her heart as well.
When facing a major battle, a Trainer felt pressure, and Pokémon naturally felt it too.
Whether they could live up to the expectations of their most beloved Trainer and whether they could face the future ahead—all these things likewise affected a Pokémon's inner heart.
He shrank the polished Poké Ball on the tabletop, put it away, and then pressed his spiked-up hair flat again in front of the mirror. Immediately after, he straightened his Silver Suit and tie, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled...
"Victory." Dian quietly uttered those two words, and then stepped onto the deserted Champion Road.
The distance was just beginning to grow faintly bright at this moment, and rays of light had just broken through the imprisonment of the dark night, impatiently turning the pages of the Final Act.
The misty forest foliage on both sides slowly fell behind with his footsteps, and Dian slowly opened his eyes to find the ultimate stage right before him: the Main Stadium, burning with Sacred Fire.
At this moment, a young man was leaning against the Contestant Entrance, his posture and expression somewhat silent. "What a pity."
Liangguang slowly let out a sigh. "Some regrets."
The shadow behind him gradually rippled, and out stepped a Goodra, arms crossed and head tilted, looking extremely unhappy. "..."
Its emerald-green pupils reflected the image of Misdreavus tilting her head and blinking.
"There will still be chances." Dian fell silent for