P.S. The chapter title is incorrect, but the content is correct.
"...The Sinnoh Champion, Cynthia, huh." In the Unova Region, the Ghost Elite who stood at the pinnacle of all Trainers twirled her short, deep-purple hair around the index finger of her fair left hand. "Flint, you're still just like you were when we first met..." She shook her head halfway through, then snapped shut the novel she had been about to polish with her right hand. "Crimson flames burned in his eyes. For a pinnacle that belonged to him alone, a certain man abandoned himself and devoted everything to victory—"
Shauntal sighed, as though savoring the words, or perhaps regretting them. "This world doesn't exist solely for you. I'll make sure you understand that." She gently adjusted her glasses, her gaze meeting Flint's blazing emotions without yielding an inch.
Time seemed to stand still. The frozen river, the drifting snowflakes, the scattered ghostly flames, the eerie, soul-summoning cries—all of it became a backdrop for the two Pokémon.
The world before Dian's eyes immediately split in two. On the left was an apocalyptic hell blazing with black flames; on the right, an indomitable will crystallized from snowflakes.
He instinctively lifted his foot to retreat, but after a moment's hesitation, his raised right foot came back down exactly where it had been.
He could not back down from a battle between Elites!
Even if it was fake.
An ordinary Trainer would probably have been shaken at the sight of two Elites battling, unable to steady themselves, and would have instinctively retreated!
That was practically inevitable, because everything around them was so real. The special techniques Ghost-type Pokémon used to create illusions were every bit as impressive as those of Psychic-type Pokémon.
If illusion creation, with Zoroark at its pinnacle, substituted