The scene inside Dragonspiral Tower was nothing like Yong had imagined.
"This..."
The boy stared at everything before him, dumbstruck, his gaze somewhat dazed.
"How could..."
"Swam!"
Even Swampert looked puzzled as it raised its head and gazed at the sky here...
"Very perceptive! Just what I'd expect from you, Swampert!"
Beside him, Kofu looked thoroughly entertained as he grinned.
"Haha! Well!? Completely beyond your expectations, right? You're wearing exactly the same expression I did the first time I came here, Yong! Hahaha!"
What appeared before them was not a dark cave or a maze of intersecting passages.
They stood on a stone platform, with a narrow path surrounded by lake water leading straight to the high ground ahead.
Forest covered the land, and at its very center, a grayish-brown Low Mountain was faintly visible. Strangely, its summit was blanketed in white snow, even though the lake water outside had not frozen...
The temperature within this space was still very low, but rather than the bitter cold of a natural climate, it carried a peculiar "chill."
The two followed the path toward the high ground, while Swampert trailed behind them, remaining alert.
The lake water on either side seemed entirely disconnected from the outside, because here, it was all ice...
"Amazing, isn't it? This is where Reshiram and Zekrom slept a thousand years ago!"
Looking at the vast stretch of high ground ahead, Kofu spoke with a reminiscent expression.
"They say their power still lingers here, making the environment in this space remain as it was the moment the black dragon and white dragon fell asleep, shaped by the thoughts they left behind..."
Yong paused, looking at the noticeably taller trees and plants around him.
"So this place still looks the way it did a thousand years ago?"
Kofu smiled.