By then, the Temple had become a scene of utter carnage. The epic clash between Lance and Giovanni threatened to raze the entire mountaintop. Mewtwo's unfathomable psychic power was like an invisible sledgehammer, every swing carrying devastating force; Dragonite's pure, ferocious Dragon-type energy surged like a raging torrent, every impact powerful enough to split mountains and shatter stone. Each collision between these two legendary-class Pokémon, both beyond mortal limits, unleashed a shock wave of world-destroying proportions. The Temple's walls crumbled, its beams and pillars snapped, and the entire ancient structure groaned under the onslaught, teetering on the brink of collapse.
Ye Li's situation was just as precarious. He directed Umbreon as they struggled to withstand Agatha's ghostly attacks. "Umbreon! Shadow Ball!" he shouted sharply. Umbreon immediately gathered a mass of shadow energy and fired it at the elusive figure. Yet Agatha's Gengar and Haunter moved freely through the shadows. Their curses and psychic attacks, impossible to guard against, clung like a disease burrowing into his bones, making every step forward agonizingly difficult, as though an immense weight pressed down on him. He knew he had to move faster. He had to break through all these obstacles!
Just as the battle inside the Temple reached fever pitch, with every second potentially deciding life or death, the simple islanders of Shamouti Island outside were witnessing a terrifying, apocalyptic spectacle in the sky. Violent hail, deafening thunderbolts, and blazing rain of fire tore the entire sky to shreds. Faced with this unprecedented disaster, they fell to their knees, their faces filled with fear and despair, murmuring prayers.
Yet a glimmer of resolve appeared on the elderly Miko's weather-beaten face. She slowly rose and, mustering every ounce of strength, began to sing an ancient ballad passed down from the distant past. The song brimmed