On a small island near the Kuril Islands, in Japanese waters.
The place had changed beyond recognition, with traces of battle everywhere. The island, which had little vegetation to begin with, had become utterly bare, and countless huge craters had appeared.
Near the ground, an exhausted Darkrai floated speechlessly. Its blue eyes watched a pink figure in the air as a despairing roar erupted in its heart.
Seriously! Talk about rotten luck!!!
In the sky, the pink figure was covered in wounds. Fierce fighting spirit and hostility flashed in her eyes. Her overall appearance was quite unusual: a pale blue body with a yellow underside, and two tufts of purplish-red hair extending from the curve of her chest. The yellow ornaments on either side of her head made her look like a crescent moon. Her gauzy wings released glowing particles, which rippled slowly around the crescent-shaped wings.
To be honest, Darkrai had lived for so long and, to avoid affecting other living beings, had spent a great deal of that time on these islands without ever leaving. Thus, this was its first time seeing the Pokémon before it. Although its master had mentioned her before, it had never thought it would encounter her.
This was none other than the natural enemy of Darkrai, the embodiment of nightmares: Cresselia, the embodiment of sweet dreams!
Some time earlier, Darkrai had accidentally fallen asleep again, and had slept for quite a long time. Only later had it jolted awake, wanting to come out and see whether any living beings had been harmed by its nightmare domain.
As a result, it had run into Cresselia the moment it came out.
What gave Darkrai a headache was that, although it bore no hostility, Cresselia had attacked it without hearing a word. It could clearly tell