Feng Che tilted his head slightly, his gaze tracking Reshiram as the dragon fully succumbed to the frenzied, chaotic telluric currents.
"Reshiram, I will systematically bring an end to your line."
"By realigning this Dragon Pulse back to its pristine order, we shall finally conclude this millennium-old schism."
Tapping into the computational metrics of the control core in his palm, Feng Che smoothly mapped the flight path N had meticulously pre-programmed. The coordinates were locked down along a distant, localized maritime lane by the coast. Because his database lacked exhaustive forensic details regarding the inner layout of Unova's telluric network, Feng Che chose not to arbitrarily alter the castle's trajectory.
"Zekrom, use Fusion Bolt!"
Zekrom let out a thunderous, sky-shaking roar, its massive talons generating a torrential matrix of high-voltage plasma currents. The electrical displacement violently shot out from its chassis, weaving together in the vacant airspace to manifest a colossal, crackling cross design.
The precise millisecond the Fusion Bolt registered a dead-center hit against Reshiram, the cascading current compressed into a massive electrical net, locking the White Dragon within a severe lockdown grid.
Yet, siphoning the runaway telluric mass bleeding out from the fault lines, Reshiram violently flexed its wings, its augmented raw power effortlessly shattering the containment field.
Unhinging its jaws, it expelled a rapid-fire succession of Dragon Pulses. The draconic lasers slammed relentlessly into the landscape below, causing the already heavily scarred basin floor to dissolve into a completely shattered, pulverized chasm.
Immediately after, Reshiram threw its crown toward the high ceiling, letting out a volatile, primal shriek as it telekinetically summoned a full-field Draco Meteor.
Gargantuan meteors wreathed in roaring fire cascaded downward in every single direction, fanning out past the immediate zone to threaten the vibrant, green forest ecosystems flanking the periphery.
"This is bad... Venusaur, Zekrom, initiate immediate multi-targeted interception loops to stall those meteors!"
Calculating the collision vectors, Feng Che smoothly snapped his wrist to hurl a secondary capsule into the clearing, deploying his Corviknight concurrently.
"Corviknight, execute high-velocity aerial sweeps to systematically intercept and neutralize every single meteor targeted at the woodland sectors!"
The structural mass of the Draco Meteors Reshiram had marshaled was exceptionally extreme, every single falling projectile manifesting as a roaring comet measuring dozens of meters in diameter.
Zekrom's silhouette transformed into a high-speed streak of midnight-blue light, its wreathed plasma hull cleanly detonating multiple comets mid-transit. Yet, before it could realign its vector, an accelerated charge from Reshiram caught it dead-center, the twin deities locking frames once more as they traded brutal physical presses across the sky.
"Darkrai, Shadow Lugia—clear the field!"
Feng Che authorized the immediate deployment of his premier shadow assets.
"I cannot permit this Draco Meteor barrage to permanently fracture the primary leyline hubs. I require your hands to systematically vaporize these falling projectiles concurrently," Feng Che commanded, his tone dropping into a grave register.
[What an incredibly saturated reservoir of raw telluric energy,] Shadow Darkrai noted via the psychic bridge, its eyes flashing with ancient malice.
It unhinged its maw to unleash a maximum-output Roar of Time. A colossal vortex of distorted chronal energy violently swept across the upper atmosphere, the sheer operational density of the payload instantly rendering the descending meteors into fine ash upon contact.
Concurrently, Shadow Lugia manipulated the atmospheric currents, generating a series of howling tempests that forcefully skewed the flight paths of the remaining comets. The altered trajectories caused the meteors to collide destructively with one another, pulverizing the volatile mass into harmless, tiny rock debris.
Concluding the layout, Shadow Lugia marshaled a massive grid of dense thunderclouds across the horizon. A torrential, heavy downpour blanketed the terrain, providing a massive wave of vitalizing moisture to soothe the parched, scorched earth.
Saturated under a thousand years of severe systemic distortion following the ancient schism, this desolated basin had not absorbed a single drop of natural rain for over a millennium.
Up along the high lanes, Zekrom and Reshiram continued to trade cataclysmic blows. Though Reshiram's parameters had scaled exponentially under the uncompressed mass of the Dragon Pulse, it consistently failed to claim a definitive tactical advantage over Zekrom, whose cognitive loops remained entirely pristine and clear under Feng Che's piloting.
Right at that critical millisecond, a localized citizen of the Vale named Damon cleared the perimeter, piloting a Sigilyph to land smoothly across the main terrace of the Sword of the Vale.
Damon stood as the premier ideological antagonist of the sector; his entire internal drive was completely consumed by a desperate desire to forcefully restore baseline vitality to the land, thereby guiding the scattered remnants of the People of the Vale back to reclaim their ancestral home.
"N! What on earth has compromised your parameters?!"
Damon rapidly stepped forward, intending to close the distance to check N's vital signs. Yet, a fraction of a second before his boot could ground, a translucent, shimmering wall of psychic light violently crystallized right before his face.
"Maintain your spatial distance. His conscious alignment is currently locked in an intense cognitive struggle," Feng Che interjected flatly, his supreme psychic authority maintaining the absolute barrier.
Through his internal sensory tracking, he could cleanly read N's mental indicators fighting tooth and nail against the telluric corruption. The young king was systematically filtering the distorted currents to re-establish absolute conscious control over his systems.
An agonizing trial of this magnitude would undeniably act as a profound evolutionary catalyst; once N successfully cleared this bottleneck, his baseline Trainer caliber would scale to an even more astronomical tier.
"I anchor my presence here as N's professional associate, Damon. Explain the exact operational variables crippling this facility!"
"Why has the Sword of the Vale castle forcefully unmoored itself to hover within the high airspace?! What precise calculus triggered this high-intensity war dividing the Black and White dragons?!" Damon demanded, his expression rich with acute bewilderment.
"Our core objective is to systematically realign the fractured Dragon Pulse, thereby restoring pristine biological indices to this soil."
"N was piloting the mechanical systems of this castle explicitly to serve as the structural anchor to calm the telluric currents," Feng Che answered smoothly, his composure entirely relaxed as he addressed the interloper.
Concurrently, his psychic sub-routines remained locked on Damon's Sigilyph, pre-emptively checking for any high-velocity ambush vectors.
"Realigning the Dragon Pulse...?" Damon's eyes narrowed, a strange, calculating glint flashing across his pupils.
"The structural protocols require the Twin Dragons to actively siphon and absorb the volatile, malevolent currents, processing the energy until it drops into a serene register."
"The exact millisecond this master fortress grounds itself at the pre-calculated coordinates, our administrative victory is statistically guaranteed." Feng Che added. Once permanent command over the telluric network was established, perfect weather patterns and seasonal indices across Unova would be firmly locked down. By that hour, Feng Che would comfortably stand as the absolute, uncrowned sovereign of the entire region.
"Phenomenal... It appears the definitive conceptual models I submitted to N during our past briefs have finally transitioned into live execution!"
"My heart overflows with absolute joy!"
The precise micro-second Damon extended his hand to touch the White Dragon Stone resting beside N's limp frame, Feng Che leveraged his high-tier psychic authority to thicken the barrier grid.
"Mr. Damon, our operation is hovering on the absolute threshold of success. I highly suggest your vessel remain completely stationary within that sector," Feng Che warned, his voice dripping with an icy chill.
"Just how did your tracking sensors harvest my encryption name?!" Damon gasped, his composure fracturing.
"N briefed me." Feng Che tossed out a casual, off-hand remark. "Kindly ensure your presence does not disrupt my administrative focus, Mr. Damon. I resolve to systematically return this entire regional ecosystem back to absolute perfection."
Before Feng Che could even finalize the statement, Damon snapped his fingers to direct his Sigilyph to launch an aggressive, high-velocity strike against the psychic wall.
"I see... So you do harbor a hidden, secondary agenda after all, Mr. Damon."
"You simply cannot restrain your internal panic, so deeply eager to violently wrest administrative command over the Sword of the Vale under your own hand?" Feng Che sneered coolly, his sharp gaze having cleanly flagged the manic, twisted ambition marring Damon's features.
"By ancient architectural right, this Sword of the Vale castle belongs exclusively to the sovereign lineage of the People of the Vale!"
"Forcing these chaotic dragon veins back to absolute balance stands as the definitive, historical responsibility governing my bloodline!" Damon proclaimed with immense, self-righteous authority.
"Hypocritical. Exceptionally, insufferably hypocritical. Tell me, Mr. Damon—has anyone within your circles ever audited your profile to inform you how thoroughly disgusting your posturing reads?" Feng Che asked, intentionally projecting a false state of immobility to bait the man further.
"Your baseline desire is to aggressively bind and pilot Reshiram's authority, thereby installing your vessel as the absolute, supreme master governing the People of the Vale," Feng Che exposed with a cool, mocking laugh.
"Haha! If that marks my definitive destination, what of it?! The exact second I systematically realign the primary Dragon Pulse under my own parameters, I shall rightfully inherit the crown as the King of the Vale!"
"Do you truly harbor the delusion that merely securing that physical control orb grants your intellect the data required to safely pilot this massive fortress?"
"Manifest your presence, Victini!"
"This Victini stands as the true, historic custodian anchoring the properties of this Sword of the Vale castle—the absolute, premier partner commanded by the ancient King a millennium ago!"
"Only by siphoning and compressing Victini's unique, infinite energy matrices can an individual hope to maintain absolute command over this floating fortress!"
Following Damon's definitive summon, a remarkably tiny, rodent-like Mythical Pokémon cleared the spatial threshold to materialize in the clearing.