"Dragonite..."
Lance lay on Dragonite's back, sobbing uncontrollably.
If Dragonite had broken through by normal means, he would have been happy and proud.
But he knew what Dragonite had done.
He knew Dragonite had risked his life, using the chaotic clash of several kinds of energy to grasp an unknown law and force his way into the ranks of Second-Class Deities.
Even without examining him, Lance could guess what the inside of Dragonite's body looked like now.
He knew the pain Dragonite was enduring.
And what left him feeling most helpless was that he couldn't stop him.
They had to go back and bring the food with them...
The wind howled in their ears. They were moving at truly incredible speed now. Even when Alakazam and Xatu caught up using Teleport, Dragonite shot past them before they could attack.
Yes, Dragonite was faster than Teleport.
Eight minutes. In just eight minutes, they could already see the outline of Mt. Silver.
At Dragonite's current speed, they could cover the remaining distance in a little over ten seconds.
Victory... seemed so close.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, muffled bangs rang out inside Dragonite's body, as though fate were sounding a merciless alarm.
Then blood poured from Dragonite's mouth in great mouthfuls, crimson trails slipping from the corners of his mouth down his smooth scales.
His body was on the verge of collapse.
"No!"
"Don't scare me, Dragonite! Don't scare me!"
Lance truly panicked. He kept wiping the blood from Dragonite's mouth, but no matter how much he wiped away, it wouldn't stop. Instead, it flowed faster and faster.
Dragonite's body began to sway. His once-powerful wings grew sluggish, beating more and more slowly as he steadily lost altitude.
"Woo... woo~"
Dragonite's once-bright eyes were filled with exhaustion. A dull gray had even begun