"Incineroar, turn this floor into a sea of magma!"
Incineroar's fire belt erupted, melting the stone floor into a bubbling, white-hot sludge. The temperature in the ruins skyrocketed.
"Garchomp, Dragon Dive! Kommo-o, use Close Combat!" Cynthia commanded, her eyes reflecting the orange glow of the lava like a war goddess.
Primal Dialga opened its maw, exhaling a silver-gray shockwave that leveled half the remaining pillars. Amidst the chaos, Greninja was scaling the upper walls. Its footpads secreted a specialized mucus, allowing it to move like a shadow across the ceiling, dodging the black arcs of chaotic time.
It was waiting for the perfect window.
The Dark God was preoccupied with the combined assault of Incineroar, Garchomp, and Kommo-o. Greninja saw its chance. Its pink tongue lashed out like a lightning bolt, weaving through the black lightning and sticking to the glowing Adamant Orb on the God's crown. With a violent tug, the orb was ripped free.
Greninja didn't wait to celebrate. It sprinted across the ceiling. By the time Primal Dialga realized its treasure was gone, the frog was already out of reach. Greninja tossed the orb to Mishiko's Dragonite, who was hovering nearby.
The Dragonite caught the orb and engaged Extreme Speed, becoming an orange streak of light. Primal Dialga fired a desperate Roar of Time, but the dragon ducked into the protective barrier of the Dragon God Shrine just in time.
Mishiko caught the orb, wiped the Greninja's mucus away with a reverent cloth, and placed it on the altar alongside the Lustrous Orb.
The two relics erupted with pillars of light that pierced the black clouds over Mt. Coronet, shattering the dark temporal arcs. Within the rift, two colossal shadows stirred.
Dialga and Palkia had awakened.
The true Dialga, its cobalt diamond shining with pure light, surged from its spatial tunnel and slammed into its dark counterpart. Palkia followed, its pearls glowing with a soft, ethereal pink as it landed beside the shrine.
Palkia raised a glowing claw, manifesting a blade of spatial energy—Spacial Rend. With a single, precise slash, it cut through the Red Chain binding Cyrus to the dark god, shattering the ruby links into a thousand fragments.
"Careful," Palkia communicated telepathically to Mishiko. "That thing is a remnant from a collapsed timeline. Even we can only defeat it—we cannot seal it. Only the Creator has that power."
"But the Creator..." Palkia sighed, its voice heavy with ancient sorrow. "The Creator still sleeps."