Primal Dialga unleashed a massive Electro Ball toward Dialga. A gargantuan sphere of crackling golden lightning tore through the air, but at the last second, the fabric of space warped. Palkia used its divine authority to twist the trajectory, redirecting the blast toward the summit of Mt. Coronet.
The sphere collided with the residual dark temporal arcs in the sky.
BOOM!
A blinding explosion, bright as high noon, illuminated the entire Sinnoh region. The shockwave rocked Mt. Coronet to its foundations. Fissures spider-webbed across the peaks, and a gargantuan crack—appearing as if made by a god's sword—split the mountainside.
Thousands of panicked Pokémon fled the summit, a tide of feathers and fur rushing down the slopes. Bird Pokémon shrieked in terror, scattering like leaves in a gale. A thick shroud of dust and debris engulfed the mountain, a cloud so dense it would likely take months to settle.
Within the Spear Pillar, the ground shook violently, but Palkia's spatial anchoring kept the ruins from collapsing.
The Aftermath of Ambition
In the Celestic Town shrine, Dr. Carolina felt the tremors. Before she could investigate, a clan guard rushed in, breathless.
"Lorekeeper! A massive lightning strike hit the summit! The wild Pokémon are stampeding toward the foothills—the villages and cities are in direct path of a Pokémon Disaster!"
"Send the elite guard immediately," Carolina ordered, her palms sweating. "We must contain the stampede." She looked toward the mountain, whispering a prayer for Cynthia and the others.
Back at the Pillar, the destruction of the Red Chain had finally restored Cyrus's sanity. Tangrowth caught him as he plummeted from Primal Dialga's back.
"Lord Cyrus! Are you alright?" Saturn rushed to his side.
Cyrus clutched his head, his eyes hollow. "What have I done? My mind was filled with nothing but a primal urge to erase... everything." The once-proud leader was now a broken man, crouching in the dust.
"The Red Chain is gone," Mars said bitterly. "Our plan to control the Gods is over."
"No," Saturn tried to comfort them. "We still have the Lake Guardians. We can try again."
"It takes a thousand years for them to regenerate the material we took," Cyrus said, standing up with a sudden, eerie calm. "The plan has failed. I despise this filthy world... and I am finished with it."
Before anyone could stop him, Cyrus sprinted into the epicenter of the battle between the two Dialgas. Just as the Dark God and the True God fired simultaneous Roars of Time, Cyrus stepped into the path of the dual beams.
"NO!" Saturn screamed, but Mars and Jupiter held him back. They knew it was too late.
Cyrus smiled—a genuine, peaceful smile—as he reviewed his life in a final "mortal coil" flash. "Finally... sleep." He was vaporized instantly, turning into fine gray ash.
Feng Che, watching from the shadows, saw that final smile. In the original timeline, Cyrus was trapped in the Distortion World, but here, faced with the absolute failure of his dream, he had chosen a final exit.
The Lord of the Reverse World
Primal Dialga, now completely unrestrained, unleashed a Dragon Pulse that manifested as a terrifying dark dragon. But a purple-red Spacial Rend from Palkia sliced the attack in half.
As the battle intensified, a swirling vortex of shadow opened in the center of the ruins. Giratina, the Lord of the Distortion World, emerged in its Altered Form. Six massive shadow-claws erupted from Primal Dialga's own shadow, pinning the dark god to the floor.
"Giratina!" Dialga growled, its eyes wary. "You were banished by the Creator. You have no right to be in the Pillar."
Among the trio, Giratina was the most powerful, especially in its Origin Form. It took both Dialga and Palkia together just to match it. Dialga fired a warning Roar of Time.
"Calm yourself," Giratina's voice resonated through their minds. It phased into a shadow-state, letting the beam pass through it harmlessly to shatter a nearby pillar. "I am here for the intruder."
"I know you can defeat this Dark Dialga, but you cannot seal it," Giratina proposed. "I have a solution. Place it in a 'Pocket World'—a miniature dimension. Let it merge with that world's timeline. As the new world flows, the Dark God will slowly regain its sanity."
Giratina warned that if the madness continued, the ripple effects would tear through the Spirit Realm and the Distortion World, releasing high-level ghosts into the mortal plane—a mess Arceus would surely blame on Giratina.
Suddenly, a massive black hole opened beneath Saturn, Cynthia, and the others. They were sucked in and spat out safely at the base of the mountain.
"I have removed the unnecessary witnesses," Giratina said, hovering over the ruins.
Feng Che, however, remained standing in the shadows, completely ignored by the deities—or perhaps, purposely left behind.