Above an endless field of flowers, a doll-like figure with the bearing of a princess watered the surrounding blossoms with a wooden watering can.
A faint song rang out from her chest—a memory from long ago.
Tap, tap, tap... Suddenly, she heard footsteps and turned to look. Two figures, a man and a woman both strange and familiar, stood behind her!
Magearna warily backed away a few steps as an aged voice echoed in her mind. "Magearna... don't let humans find you!"
She was just about to turn away when she suddenly caught sight of a painting—the figure with long golden hair in it was so familiar.
Magearna involuntarily stopped in her tracks. By the time she snapped out of it, it was already too late. A blue light flashed...
Thud.
The wooden watering can fell, spilling water across the ground.
"That was much easier than I imagined."
Yisha curled her lip in disappointment. She had thought Magearna would be someone formidable.
Doka said flatly, "She isn't the problem. It is."
With that, he glanced behind him. "Move!"
Boom—!!
The blue airship shot into the sky, flying toward the distant horizon.
A red meteor shot up from the ground and reached the air above the flower field in the blink of an eye.
Volcanion quickly scanned the area, its gaze soon settling on the wooden watering can on the ground.
Whoosh—!!!!
Amid billowing steam, it suddenly charged into the clouds. There was only one way anyone could have slipped into its territory without a sound!
The sky!
The sky, thick with dark clouds!
"..."
Volcanion flew into a rage. "Roar—!!"
Five hundred years, and humans were still the same!
It plunged into the dark clouds and soon located its target—a blue airship!
Volcanion's pupils contracted. It really was a