How could that feeling be described?
The solid weight of the unadorned Rock type!
The pure power of assault!
A sacred, razor-sharp edge!
To everyone at the edge of the battlefield, it seemed as though a surge of brown energy had burst out of the earth. That dense energy swiftly gathered into a sword waiting to be drawn, before a crimson gleam rippled along its blade, wreathed in nature's sacred aura!
Like a sword tempered and polished over countless years, it was finally ready to show its edge!
Beneath the white light, an inexplicable aura quietly rose. An indescribable heaviness suddenly settled over everyone's hearts, while their bodies felt as though they bore a crushing weight!
In an instant, the earth churned like a dragon!
A brown edge and crimson fighting spirit erupted from the white light in the blink of an eye, then swallowed its radiance completely!
At that moment, countless rocks tore free of the entire battlefield and shot into the air!
Like countless magnets drawing one another in, they hurtled together!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The continuous crashes became the only sound on the battlefield.
Waves of water flowed over Milotic's body as it stared intently at the tide of energy swirling in the air...
Streaks of swordlike sharpness kept bursting forth!
The air was sliced apart, space torn open!
Even the force bearing down on Milotic felt like blades pressing against its body, making it keenly feel a stabbing pain in both its flesh and its mental domain!
And the rocks were still piling up...
Soon, an enormous stone pillar rose high above the rubble, like a column holding up the sky. As the platform at its summit disappeared into the tide of energy, the rich brown light and crimson fighting spirit gradually began to merge!
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