In the northeast of the Unova Region, where the snowfields met the sea of trees, a massive blizzard was brewing. Strange bursts of thunderstorm electricity seemed to course through the sudden snowstorm!
This rare change in the weather was clearly abnormal. It also caught the attention of Grimsley, the Dark-type member of Unova's Elite Four, who was currently stationed at Pokémon League Headquarters on the Mistralton Plateau.
Standing on the terrace of the headquarters' temple-like building, Grimsley frowned and looked up. The northern sky was gradually being swallowed by a mixture of thunderstorm and blizzard, which was moving northwest at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Rage without a trace of malice? That sounds worth a gamble..."
Although Grimsley had an uneasy feeling, it did not come from the altered weather... His instincts had never been wrong. At that thought, he waved a hand behind him.
"Go! Notify Marshal and Miss Shauntal and have them return. Tell them what's happening here! I need to head out!"
Nearby, a Pokémon League official who had been standing by hurriedly answered.
"Yes, Mr. Grimsley! Is there anything we need to prepare?"
"No! There's no time. That will be all!"
The official glanced at the sky, then hurriedly straightened up.
"Yes! Understood, Mr. Grimsley!"
With that, the official rushed toward the communications room.
Grimsley looked west. What lay there besides the dense sea of trees...?
Opelucid City... Icirrus City... the Icirrus Wetlands... or...
Grimsley narrowed his eyes. Usually arrogant and inclined to treat life as a gamble, he seemed unusually dependable at that moment.
"Come out, Honchkrow!"
"Caw!"
A spirited Honchkrow burst out of the light, faint streams of black gleaming through its feathers. It circled once in midair, then landed beside Grimsley.
In an emergency, the Pokémon League's Elite Four were exempt