Claydol Civilization

"An unknown Psychic Wave?"

Hearing Gallade's report, Tetsuya instinctively raised an eyebrow.

It seemed the one hiding in Mist Mountain wasn't patient enough.

He had only been inside for a few hours.

Yet it had already come out so eagerly.

"Let's go take a look."

Bold and skilled, Tetsuya did not hesitate. He immediately set off in the direction Gallade pointed.

Around the mountainside.

The fog here had grown even denser.

Even with Tetsuya's eyesight, he could barely make out anything beyond five meters.

"Xia."

Blaziken's expression gradually turned serious as well.

Its entire body settled into a stance ready to fight at any moment.

Though it had not sensed any unknown Aura, its keen sixth sense told it that danger lurked nearby.

Gabite followed suit.

Only, compared to its senior, Blaziken—

Its movements looked more like empty posturing.

It could fight, but not entirely.

Tetsuya reached out and loosely clenched the air. "Something about the environment here feels off."

He was not referring to the drifting fog.

But something on a deeper level.

This fog gave him a faint sense of familiarity.

"Pass through.

Pass through.

Whose little path is this?

Lord Claydol's little path.

Easy to enter,

Terrifying to leave,

Terrifying though it may be,

You still must pass through,

Must pass through."

A distant voice drifted from the depths of the fog.

It seemed both present and absent.

By the end, it had become an almost inaudible murmur.

"What the hell is that?"

Tetsuya's lips twitched. "A Ghost Type Pokemon?"

With a sweep of his left hand at his waist, he tossed out a Poke Ball. "Ampharos, use Odor Sleuth!"

"Bwoo!"

Ampharos made a stylish backflip as it landed, then immediately began adorably twitching its nose.

After a long while.

It finally turned back and shook its