His jet-black metal body reflected a faint, dark golden sheen. Each segment looked like a meticulously sculpted masterpiece, honed through years of polishing and the baptism of natural energy until it appeared naturally formed, its edges sharply defined.
A closer look revealed that the joints between his segments were not too tightly connected, allowing his body to bend in broad, wave-like curves. These mutated joints gave him greater flexibility, a sign that his control over his body had reached its absolute peak.
The black electrical arcs were completely unlike the violent cyan lightning in the sky.
They were more restrained, more patient, and could also amplify his unique suppressive force domain, subjecting his opponent to pressure from every direction, from both sky and earth...
The electrical arcs that constantly wandered over his body came from his own magnetic field. After enduring silent, monotonous training day after day, he could now keep his electromagnetic force circulating like a perpetual motion machine, opening up even more possibilities.
So what if he was a Steel and Ground type?
Suspended in midair, he could already fight freely in the sky, combining the weight and solidity of Steel and Ground with an incongruously high degree of agility and vitality.
His scarlet eyes slowly opened as he looked at Zekrom, who radiated a king's aura in midair. His gaze remained utterly calm. His immense, mountain-like body simply coiled there in silence, while the pressure bearing down on him vanished like a clay ox sinking into the sea, never stirring so much as a ripple.
The dark golden primal markings, which almost blended into the color of his body, were not active at that moment. Only curved traces remained, winding around his body's surface.
Mysterious. Ancient.
This was Steelix, born into an ordinary colony in Dewford Town,