Hearing that voice, Cynthia's pupils constricted.
She recognized the blue-haired man with the full head of blue hair, she had even clashed with him once before.
That was a long time ago, before she had ever been to Aurient.
Cyrus once appeared in the Temple and stole news of the three Lake Gods from the ancient cave murals.
In that clash, Cyrus displayed terrifying combat skill, using some very ordinary species of Pokémon to block her attacks.
But... why was this person appearing here?
Cynthia didn't understand, but she knew for sure this man was absolutely not someone who would save the world.
Up in the sky, Dialga and Palkia were already stunned.
When the red chains first appeared, they intended to get away as quickly as possible, but at first Dialga was blocked by Palkia's barrier and couldn't leave immediately.
Then, after seeing Darkrai collapse, the two Pokémon got overconfident and relaxed.
They never imagined that just that little delay would allow the other side to teleport here.
The more Dialga thought about it, the more resentful he felt; he bared his teeth at Palkia beside him.
'What kind of Space God are you?'
'You block me every time, but when some big shot shows up with red chains you can't stop him?'
'If I didn't have to worry about consequences, I'd pin you to the ground and rub you!'
In human terms, Palkia was having a rough time in Dialga's head right now.
Palkia's mouth also twitched; his teeth ached a little.
He had finally dealt with Darkrai and was riding high. He'd even planned how he'd mock Dialga when they left.
'So what the hell, someone shows up with red chains?'
Palkia was very glad he had sealed the space in advance; otherwise he'd be facing the red chains alone right now.
["Dialga, don't bother with that woman, quick, take that guy with the red chains away!"]
"ROAR!", Dialga didn't have time to scold Palkia; without hesitation he gathered massive time energy and, together with Palkia, used their signature moves on Cyrus.
The power of Roar of Time and the spatial slash converged again, just like their attack on Garchomp earlier.
Space and time around them twisted; the sky above the whole town was swallowed by red clouds, innumerable bolts of lightning falling from the void, and irregular crimson time-spheres appearing.
Starting from Palkia, a gigantic slash cut through space, nearly bisecting the whole town.
Time-spheres swirled around the slash, turning the black spatial cut crimson; violent chaotic currents produced countless tiny fissures in the air.
Under this strike from the twin dragons of time and space, the entire town seemed like a cracked eggshell about to fall apart.
But Cyrus, the target of their attack, still couldn't stop laughing maniacally.
His expression was arrogant; he didn't take Dialga and Palkia's attack seriously at all.
The red chain in his hand emitted a faint glow, and that faint light shot out to meet the twin dragons' terrifying slash.
Visually, it looked like a stone meeting an egg, no matter how you looked at it, a weak beam only a few centimeters thick shouldn't be able to stop the twin dragons' near-world-ending blow.
The next moment, everyone was dumbfounded.
They watched in shock as, the instant that faint beam from the red chain touched the time-and-space blade, the massive, terrifying blade collapsed on the spot.
The dense time-space energy dissipated into the heavens and earth, even widening some of the spatial fissures and exposing iridescent hollows; the whole Alamos Town seemed to turn into an illusory world.
Then the red chain followed that faint beam and shot up into the sky, continuously absorbing time-space energy from the hollows. In an instant it lengthened into a chain thousands of meters long and brazenly charged toward the twin dragons' position.
Memories of fear sealed for thousands of years surged in their hearts; the once-arrogant twin dragons suddenly made a uniform, cowardly decision.
They turned tail and fled.
"Trying to run?", Cyrus's lips curled into a mocking smile. The chain in his hand became a flexible time-space serpent that easily wound after the twin dragons.
"Do you know how much suffering I endured to control you two...? If I let you run now, wouldn't all the humiliation I took from Axel be for nothing?"
"Exactly!", Saturn loudly agreed at Cyrus's side. "To get you two, Lord Cyrus nearly became Axel's grandson—"
"Hmm?", Cyrus turned to look at Saturn, 'Watch your mouth when you speak to me!'
'Grandson? That's not being a grandson.'
'That was the path I walked to build a new world!'
"Ahem!", seeing Cyrus's look, Saturn almost reacted and quickly corrected himself: now Cyrus was undeniably the most powerful being in this world, so he hurriedly changed his line to, "For the greatness of the Lord's plan, I even learned how to make Aurient pancakes!"
Cyrus nodded in satisfaction and continued to control the chain to chase the twin dragons, quickly using the chain to lasso their necks.
That chain seemed to work on their souls; Dialga and Palkia instantly stopped moving and, pulled by the chain, slowly floated down behind Cyrus.
The raging torrent of time slowly healed, the ravaging spatial storm gradually dissipated, and Alamos Town finally regained a measure of calm.
Seeing the twin dragons subdued, the people below who had been pressed to the ground rose to their feet and looked at Cyrus like a god with hopeful eyes.
"Who is this? Has he come to save us?"
"What powerful force... he actually subdued those two mighty Pokémon."
"Mommy, are we saved?"
Faint cheers spread through the town. They looked to Cyrus with eyes full of hope, expecting a reassuring answer.
Cyrus couldn't help but sneer, saved?
Yes, they were saved.
But what was being saved was this world, not the filthy people who had defiled it.
"I... have tamed the twin dragons of time and space!"
Cyrus gripped the red chain tightly with both hands, smiling, staring fanatically down at the humans below.
"After striving for so long, I can finally cleanse this filthy world..."
"People of Alamos Town... you will be the great witnesses of history."
"What?", Hearing Cyrus's words, all the trainers who had just been rejoicing shrank their pupils.
The savior they had hoped for had turned out to be a destroyer.
Cynthia bit her pale lip and, supported by Lucario and Spiritomb, walked up to Cyrus, "Your name is Cyrus, right?"
"Although I don't know what method you used to control Dialga and Palkia, what I want to tell you is this: in Sinnoh legends, these two Pokémon are not the strongest."
"If you think that controlling these two Pokémon is enough to destroy the world, that's far too naive."
"Stop now, and it's not too late."
"Stop?", Cyrus's mouth curled with scorn. After all the effort he'd put into building a new world, how could he possibly be told to stop?
This world is too filthy now, not only do people wantonly take its resources, there are also masked men and that despicable Axel.
Only by tearing this world down and starting over can it become beautiful again.
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