"All the Trainers present have extremely rich experience, so we won't belabor the obvious.
In short, although the path ahead in this exploration of the Burial Tower remains unclear, one thing is certain: it will not be easy.
If you've made all the necessary preparations, then let's set off!"
The brief, efficient speech was perfectly in line with Lance's usual public character setting.
His cape fluttering in the wind added an inexplicable air of majesty.
If this scene had taken place in the outside world, it would surely have drawn cheers and screams from countless fans.
Unfortunately, there was no such audience here.
However, Lance did not mind. Once he finished speaking, he turned and headed west alongside Steven.
The Trainers followed behind them, silently adjusting their condition.
The Burial Tower had appeared quite suddenly, much like its sudden disappearance from history.
After a simple external investigation,
the League found an entrance into the tower.
It was a cave situated on a sheer cliff by the sea.
The Burial Tower rose from the unknown depths of the sea, piercing through cliffs and thick earth before extending straight into the sky.
A thousand years ago, when the Burial Tower was built, this place might not have been a sheer cliff.
But with the passage of time and the erosion of various forces,
what now stood before the many Trainers was an immense structure that could only be called miraculous.
"Everyone, keep up!"
Steven and Lance, having reached the edge of the cliff, had no intention of stopping.
After calling out to those behind them, they took the lead and leaped down.
While in midair,
two red lights flew from their waists.
A Shiny Metagross and a simple and honest Dragonite appeared beneath them respectively, catching them securely.
Then, they vanished into