"ROAR!"
Garchomp let out a roar, its eyes turning blood-red.
Her body crouched slightly, stamping out a distinct rhythm on the ground.
A vast, boundless aura rose from Garchomp, its momentum climbing steadily.
Dialga narrowed his eyes, full of apprehension.
Arceus created all things, and every piece has its unique balance.
The Garchomp line's typing is already near-perfect; their power can even rival some deities.
By normal logic, they shouldn't be able to learn Dragon Dance.
But this Garchomp was different.
It seemed to have received a blessing from some dragon god, gaining the power of Dragon Dance.
He remembered the first time he fought that Garchomp, it was precisely because of that that Garchomp suppressed him.
If he hadn't had the powerful Roar of Time, he might even have been defeated by this unremarkable Garchomp.
Almost instinctively, Dialga opened his huge maw. Intense draconic power immediately condensed in his mouth, forming a massive wave of energy that he spat fiercely in Garchomp's direction.
The wave-sphere sliced through the sky, trailing a long tail of flame as it crashed down; even the surrounding time seemed affected, every moment feeling like it slowed.
Only Dialga's time-wave was unaffected.
"Lucario, thank you for your trouble!"
At the critical moment, Cynthia reacted without hesitation, looking at Lucario with some helplessness.
Lucario nodded heavily; his aura moved in a strange way, precisely catching Dialga's draconic wave and standing firmly in the attack's path.
BANG!
With a tremendous sound, the draconic energy ball exploded against Lucario, tearing his flesh and exposing blood beneath.
Facing such a terrifying strike, Lucario only let out a muffled groan and used Extreme Speed to move.
This was a tactic they'd used countless times.
Lucario used the advantage of his steel-typing to buy time against Dialga, letting Garchomp finish Dragon Dance and... Mega Evolve.
While the draconic wave was being blocked, Garchomp's Dragon Dance completed its final step.
Its aura leapt dramatically, consecutive rings of light spiraling upward.
Cynthia's eyes flashed as she raised her wrist; a scorching multicolored beam shot into the sky, a thick pillar of light connecting her and Garchomp.
"Garchomp, Mega Evolve!"
"ROAR!"
Garchomp bellowed. The evolutionary stone she carried flared with light.
The beam between them enveloped Garchomp in a blazing white glow, fully surrounding her body.
Her form began to change: ridges like tooth-like barbs appeared in her chest cavity, and her forearms transformed into blade-like structures.
In Mega form, Mega Garchomp's Attack and Defense rose significantly.
Even the drop in Speed was compensated by the earlier Dragon Dance.
Now she was a hexagonal war god.
When the Mega light faded, Garchomp moved and in an instant was in front of Lucario.
The blade at her arm's tip, charged with dragon energy, swung and effortlessly blocked a Dragon Pulse released by Palkia.
"Grr!"
Dialga roared in anger and instinctively retreated a fraction.
'Damn it, these guys' resilience is ridiculous!'
Similar situations had happened countless times in Dialga's memory.
This state of Garchomp was like a mini-boss to him.
Every time, it suppressed him so humiliatingly.
If not for his ability to repeatedly send injured Garchomp back in time, Dialga might have gone mad by now.
Taking a deep breath, Dialga knew it was time to be suppressed by Garchomp again.
'Hold on, hold on!'
'As long as I injure them each time, eventually they'd run out of endurance!'
Dialga crazily reassured himself.
As the god who controls time, unless someone had instant-kill power or a divine power as strong as Palkia's, it was basically impossible to defeat him.
If he played it slow and steady, he could wear Cynthia and these two Pokémon down.
While thinking, he continued to gather draconic energy in his mouth, intending to use range advantage to sap Garchomp's stamina.
Suddenly, a vast aura emerged from somewhere; Dialga's movement stalled a fraction.
The next moment, a familiar fear rose from his heart.
As if... his soul trembled.
"Palkia, do you feel that?"
Dialga got no reply, but the fear in his heart did not lessen; instead, he watched warily toward a place in Sinnoh.
This terrifying aura was too familiar.
Over a thousand years ago, he and Palkia had clashed over something at Mt. Coronet's Spear Pillar.
In that battle, a man with a Red Chain charged the Spear Pillar and stopped their fight.
Dialga would never forget the feeling of being bound by the Red Chain.
Once shackled, he had felt his soul and body no longer belong to him.
Dialga shook his head hard to dispel the shadow of the Red Chain in his mind, but the fear only spread deeper into his spirit.
"ROAR!"
In terror, he exploded with an earth-shattering roar. Draconic energy swirled wildly in his jaws; the energy ball he formed was larger than ever, and the surrounding time rifts were torn and twisted by this massive temporal force.
He intended to utterly wipe out Garchomp, utterly annihilate all enemies.
He would never allow what happened a thousand years ago to happen again.
The Dragon Pulse, wrapped in time's power, blasted forth, splitting into dozens of slender beams midair that rained down like a storm upon Cynthia and Mega Garchomp.
A flash of surprise crossed Cynthia's eyes. In past battles, Dialga had only shown this level of power the first time and the last time.
In most other fights, he tried to find ways to wear Garchomp down while conserving his time-energy.
Now it looked like he was panicking?
Indeed, her Garchomp and Lucario weren't in top condition.
It would be hard to resist such a tempest of attacks.
But...
'This guy's memory is awful, isn't it?'
He was targeted last time, and now he still dares to use such irrational, reckless attacks.
Does he think Axel's little disciple is a joke?
Thinking of Axel, a faint smile tugged at Cynthia's mouth.
"Golem, come out!"
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