The command fell within System Space, and the energy upheaval sent its gray boundaries collapsing inward. In the real world, Lin Hao reached down and unfastened a plain white sphere from his waist.
Amid the scorching volcanic ash, the sphere's surface gleamed with a soft luster. Inside, faint streams of golden light could be seen revolving around its axis.
Standing high on the altar, Cyrus glanced at the White Ball, and the smile on his face slowly crumbled. Lin Hao paid no attention to his reaction and simply pressed the White Ball's sole metal Fine-Tuning Valve.
Thousands upon thousands of golden beams burst from the sphere's seams. They made no sound, yet instantly forced the crimson pillar of light above Mt. Pyre back into the depths of the fissure.
The hundred-meter wave that had been crashing toward the foot of the mountain froze in midair, its churning sediment and spray suspended within the golden curtain of light.
Groudon's massive claws stopped trembling at the edge of the lava, and the low rumble in its throat faded along with the wind.
An ancient creature with four white-and-gold legs emerged from the depths of the light, walking on empty air. The golden cross-shaped wheel around its waist slowly rotated in the wind.
The moment it appeared, gravity in the surrounding air multiplied several times over, pressing down on the rubble until faint cracking sounds rose from the ruins.
Arceus lowered its head, its gaze settling on Lin Hao, who was covered in mud and water.
Cyrus stepped back, the heel of his leather shoe scraping harshly across the rubble.
The Interception Device, which had been running at high speed, let out a dull groan of metal fatigue. Golden light brushed across the energy sphere at its top, saturated with super-ancient source energy,