"Lysandre, the world cannot be saved like this! It isn't enough! It isn't enough! Everything you've done still isn't enough!" the stranger roared wildly, his voice utterly unrestrained.
"Who the hell are you?!" Coming to his senses again, Lysandre demanded sharply.
"I am the god of this world!!!" A vivid red gleam appeared in the eyes beneath the white hood, and a surge of purple energy enveloped Lysandre.
Faced with this unknown terror, Lysandre struggled desperately.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself and the man who called himself a god suspended in midair above a city in ruins.
"This is a dream I created, and this scene is what the world will look like in the near future," the stranger said. It was a dream, yet it felt incredibly real!
The scenery beneath them moved rapidly. Standing in midair, Lysandre could not help looking down. Despite the speed at which they traveled, he could still recognize the land below as the Kalos Region.
Prism Tower, Parfum Palace, the Gyms throughout the region-one familiar building after another slid past, but all were so badly ruined that he could only recognize them from memory.
The entire Kalos Region, and even the whole world, lay in ruins. Broken walls and rubble were everywhere. Fires mercilessly consumed entire towns, while lingering smoke stained the sky black.
Mountains of corpses and seas of bones, human and Clefairy alike, littered every corner. Not a single living creature could survive amid these ruins.
Lysandre felt as though something had blocked his chest. Even knowing this was a dream world, his heart felt as though it were being cut apart. As someone who loved peace, he could hardly bear such a sight.
"Enough..." Tears glistened at the corners of Lysandre's eyes. He closed them, unable