The first light of dawn pierced the thin mist above Saffron City, gilding its jungle of steel and glass in pale gold. When the Charizard carrying Lorelei landed on the rooftop helipad of Pokémon League headquarters, the gust it stirred up swept through her long burgundy hair. Ignoring the logistics staff who came to greet her, she headed straight toward the building that symbolized the Kanto Region's highest authority, her face marked by a sleepless night's exhaustion and an even deeper gravity. The cold marble floor reflected her hurried figure, and the click of her high heels echoed down the empty, silent corridor, each step like a warning bell tolling for the age.
She did not waste a moment. In her office, she typed an account of that harrowing night in the Orange Islands, along with the apocalyptic warning Lugia had conveyed through Telepathy, word by word into an encrypted terminal with the highest security clearance. Every character carried immense weight. She described in detail Team Rocket's blasphemous ritual, the terrifying sight of three divine powers tearing the sky apart as they ran out of control, and the soul-freezing pressure that accompanied the sea god Lugia's appearance. At the end of the report, she appended her deduction based on all the clues-Team Rocket was no longer satisfied with worldly power. Their ambition had swollen to a horrifying extent: they sought to steal the authority of gods, and this arrogance was pushing the balance of the entire world toward the abyss of destruction.
Marked "Highest-Level Emergency," the report struck like a bolt of black lightning directly into the Pokémon League's highest decision-making body-the Champion Council.
In the council's circular conference room, the oppressive atmosphere seemed to have solidified. The Kanto Region's Elite Four and Champion had gathered together, itself an exceedingly