The pink psychic field surged across the arena like waves. The psychic power spilling from it stirred turbulence in the air. Only when Gardevoir calmed down did that power gradually subside, restoring peace to the field.
The flames on Chandelure's body had dimmed. He had long since lost consciousness.
Youluo had lost another round.
Even after he gave everything he had to use "battle consciousness," an enormous gap in strength still separated Chandelure and Gardevoir.
Although the attack on Gardevoir's soul had nearly inflicted severe damage, the difference in their energy levels was still painfully apparent at this moment.
He recalled Chandelure and silently gazed at the Pokémon Ball in his hand.
Across from him, Diantha also settled her emotions.
The strange events during their previous exchange had shocked her. Ever since her Gardevoir had successfully stepped onto its "path," it had never encountered anything so bizarre. Fortunately... she had ultimately won the round without disaster.
The spectators seemed not to have fully understood what had happened, but they still erupted into enthusiastic cheers, encouraging both competitors.
Beautiful and powerful, Diantha had gained a large number of new fans over these battles, and the people of the Eastern Hemisphere were gradually getting to know her.
The atmosphere grew lively once more.
In the guest seating, President Charles Goodshow sighed helplessly.
"That child, Youluo... the Pokémon League owes him. Many people blame Ho-Oh's departure on the Golden Feather Clan's failure to fulfill its duties, but... they were the true victims. Their entire clan was wiped out, leaving only this child..."
Everyone's expression grew somber as they listened to the old man.
As a Psychic-type, Caitlin undoubtedly had the keenest perception. She spoke hesitantly.
"Sir, I sensed something terribly cold and sinister about Youluo. It felt so hollow, so unreal..."
President Charles