Three rays of light suddenly flashed through the collapsing buildings, raging flames, and stricken city.
One was like the purest steel, radiating quiet wisdom and soothing every being its light touched.
One was like lava bursting from the heart, cutting the fireballs raining from the sky to pieces.
One was like the fresh green of a newborn forest. Wherever it passed, flames died out and tender shoots sprouted from the ground, restoring everything.
Three figures cut through the ruins, flames, and explosions, carrying out the wills embodied in their Sacred Swords and freely sharing that primordial light with everything around them.
Sacred Sword was not merely for attacking or protecting. More importantly, it passed on a will. Like a flame handed from one torch to the next, the will of the Swords of Justice endured year after year, generation after generation, surging onward without end.
Watching the scene, Latias spoke softly. "Aegislash are also Sacred Sword wielders capable of mastering spiritual power and will. But not every Aegislash can inherit a will. The Sacred Sword of an Aegislash that cannot inherit a will is nothing more than a blade. It may look powerful, but it is hollow and weak."
In ancient times, during the age of kingdoms, Aegislash had been passed down through the generations as sacred swords that protected royal authority. What they inherited was not merely their own conviction and spiritual power, but also the faith of the kingdom's people!
That was the tremendous power born of an entire nation united!
The sword was the kingdom. Those were no empty words.
"I know." Dian rubbed the Silver Poké Ball hanging at his neck. He understood that all too well.
Humans were not the only ones who woke from the past feeling lost. Pokémon felt the same way.
So