Its two wing-like tails granted it the absolute capacity for powered flight. Victini's internal core could spontaneously generate an infinite reservoir of energy, which it could seamlessly transfer to other Pokémon via direct physical touch. Furthermore, it held the baseline capability to discharge devastating, V-shaped torrents of searing plasma from its V-cranial crest to incinerate its adversaries.
"Victini stands as the absolute, rightful custodian anchoring the properties of this Sword of the Vale castle."
"Go, Victini!"
"Deploy your absolute authority to lock down the mechanical systems of this entire fortress!"
Victini dissolved into a high-speed streak of light, flying straight into the absolute center of the castle's control hub.
Its V-cranial crest violently discharged an immense wave of compressed energy. Saturated under this sudden, staggering energy influx, the structural mechanisms of the massive Sword of the Vale instantly locked down, its forward flight halting entirely mid-air.
"Another absolute fool... Why must these primitive interlopers consistently interject to block the realignment of the leylines? Is this what these self-righteous zealots classify as nobility?" Feng Che muttered, his tone dripping with acute irritation.
"Haha! The White Dragon belongs to my hand now! I anchored the primary expedition alongside N when we initially excavated the Light Stone; I possess the natural capability required to awaken the Vast White Dragon as well!"
"The exact millisecond I systematically command the raw mass of the Dragon Pulse and secure Reshiram's absolute allegiance, I shall rightfully claim the throne as the permanent Champion of the Unova region!"
"By that hour, that wretched brat named Feng Che will be clinically executed by my hand!"
Damon frantically directed his Sigilyph, its high-intensity psychic payloads violently shattering the casual, thin wall of light Feng Che had passively generated.
The precise micro-second Damon lunged forward to aggressively wrest the Light Stone away from N's coordinates, N's cognitive stability snapped back online. Dragging his heavily fatigued frame up into a standing posture with a brutal exertion of will, he cleanly bypassed Damon to thrust the Light Stone straight into Feng Che's outstretched hand.
"Feng Che... I officially transfer the custody of the Light Stone into your line."
"Damon, your core ideological alignment is severely twisted and corrupt; the Vast White Dragon will never validate a vessel of your caliber."
Right at that critical millisecond, Damon's expression turned feral, and he delivered a brutal, heavy shove straight against N's chest.
Saturated under acute nervous system exhaustion, N's balance buckled completely. Stumbling backward past the edge of the stone balcony, his physical vessel plummeted from the highest reaches of the floating fortress down into the open sky.
The precise micro-second Feng Che's fingers locked onto the pristine surface of the Light Stone, the cumulative mental tax weighing on his conscious loops scaled exponentially.
This layout was structurally equivalent to N systematically transferring the absolute weight of the entire regional Dragon Pulse squarely onto Feng Che's shoulders.
Fortunately, the primordial Alpha Unown runes etching his skin operated flawlessly, executing a high-efficiency filtration vacuum that continuously devoured the volatile, malevolent currents of the runaway telluric gas.
Even with this biological buffer, Feng Che felt as though his sanity was an isolated, fragile skiff being violently battered within an apocalyptic typhoon, the towering, multi-meter tidal waves of pure earth energy threatening to completely fracture his balance.
Yet, backed by Feng Che's immense, unshakable psychic stabilizers, Reshiram's warped cognitive metrics rapidly realigned, its mind cleanly breaking free from the telluric corruption.
"It appears the legendary conflict fought a thousand years ago has still failed to yield a definitive conclusion across our lines," Reshiram communicated telepathically, its deep voice bridging smoothly into Feng Che's mind.
"At present, due to Damon's arrogant, uncalculated interference, the temporarily calmed Dragon Pulse is on the absolute verge of triggering a catastrophic, grand-scale systemic failure. I require your hand to coordinate a suppression loop alongside my vanguard, Reshiram," Feng Che directed via the psychic bridge.
"Understood. Since your hand commands the administrative authority of the Light Stone, my parameters shall listen strictly to the letters of your commands."
Reshiram beat its pristine wings, soaring aggressively back toward the Sword of the Vale's central spires.
Reshiram, Zekrom, Shadow Darkrai, and Shadow Lugia concurrently locked their massive frames against the master chassis of the floating fortress. Siphoning Feng Che's precise telepathic instructions, the four Legendary deities wove their unified output into a colossal containment grid, smoothly guiding and bleeding out the runaway mass of the Dragon Pulse.
Down along the lower basins, Venusaur was desperately mapping rapid, high-velocity evasive loops to dodge the sudden, volatile expansion of the telluric veins.
The raging purple energy blocks had coalesced into the physical silhouettes of gargantuan, snarling dragons, launching a relentless barrage against the Seed Pokémon. Venusaur scrambled frantically across the field to clear the line of fire, concurrently discharging rapid counter-strikes to maintain its footing.
Yet, deep within its cellular matrix, tiny, shimmering star-like particles of pure geological energy were beginning to systematically condense—the absolute feedback of the Dragon Pulse.
Should Venusaur successfully anchor its presence to see this apocalyptic campaign through to absolute balance, its core cells would permanently crystallize a localized Dragon Pulse Matrix Core. This specialized geological shard would grant its system the unique capability to autonomously trigger Mega Evolution or Gigantamax parameters at a millisecond's notice, completely bypassing external resource requirements.
"No mortal holds the caliber required to bar my ascension as the ultimate Hero of the Vale!"
"No one shall deny my right to inherit the crown as the King of the People of the Vale!"
"Clear the lane! Conkeldurr, Darmanitan—deploy!" Damon bellowed, unclipping his premium capsules.
Technical Profile: Damon's Auxiliary Line
1. Conkeldurr (The Muscular Brawler)
Anatomical Structure: Features a dense, gray-brown bipedal chassis completely ringed by bulging, symmetrical layers of pinkish muscle fiber loops.
Facial Profile: A heavy brow ridge wrinkles above its black-and-white pupils, balancing a prominent, bulbous red snout and a stone-gray tuft of stylized beard lining its lower jaw.
Combat Hardware: Brandishes two massive, hyper-tensile concrete pillars that it continuously leverages as primary walking supports or high-lethal bludgeoning instruments. Damon's specific Conkeldurr was colossally massive, wielding concrete columns measuring over three meters in height.
2. Darmanitan (The Thermal Juggernaut)
Standard Form: Quadrupedal, simian-like brawler wreathed in a thick, brilliant crimson hide. Facial margins, palms, and lower digits feature vibrant orange accents, matched by three distinct orange circular markings along its midsection. Flaunts towering, upward-sweeping brows composed of pure flame, balanced by twin seagull-shaped orange crests across its upper spine.
Zen Mode: Upon system optimization, its chassis transitions into a serene, teal-blue composition. The face, limbs, and abdominal markings recede into a muted cerulean shade, its eyes bleaching into a blank, absolute white wreathed by rigid orange brows.
"Your cognitive processing is currently deadlocked in a high-intensity resource struggle against Victini to secure administrative sovereignty over this castle, meaning your human shell is completely immobilized!" Damon deduced with a manic, triumphant laugh.
"This layout aligns flawlessly with my variables; the unified authority of the Black and White dragons shall be forcefully siphoned into my hands right here!"
"Press the vanguard, Conkeldurr! Purge their position, Darmanitan!"
Right at that critical millisecond, two high-speed streaks of light violently cut through the workspace as Feng Che's Greninja and Incineroar burst out from their capsules to lock down the combat lane.
"Damon, I lack the detailed forensic data regarding the exact psychological manipulation loops you leveraged to distort Victini's cognitive sanity," Feng Che spoke out loud, his tone chillingly calm.
"My macro-strategy carries zero inherent conflict against the sovereignty of your lineage; permit my vanguard to smoothly finalize the realignment of these leylines."
"Otherwise, the exact second this runaway telluric mass breaches our containment perimeter to flood the surrounding mountain sectors, the wild populations nesting across Unova will sustain terminal structural trauma." Feng Che resolved to extend one definitive, final opportunity to the man.
"What do the vital signs of generic wild species have to do with the calculus of my house?"
"My sole concern rests entirely within the parameters of this specific ancestral valley; whether the surrounding global ecosystem collapses into a dead waste carries near-zero statistical relevance to my variables," the intensely selfish Damon spat dismissively.
"Haha! As expected—an absolute, text-book hypocrite." Feng Che's cool mockery caused Damon's complexion to turn completely black with pure fury.
"Greninja, Incineroar—permanently dismantle that Conkeldurr and Darmanitan division."
Right on the cue of his directive, a colossal, shadow-like silhouette aggressively cut through the upper atmosphere as Corviknight soared into the airspace. Snapping its wings with explosive power, it unleashed a howling matrix of kinetic tempests to lock Damon's Sigilyph into a high-intensity dogfight.
Concurrently, N's figure smoothly stepped off Corviknight's back to land flawlessly across the stone terrace, his icy, regal gaze locking squarely onto Damon's trembling frame.
"N... my absolute apologies. That initial physical displacement loop was completely unintentional," Damon stammered frantically, rapidly shifting his facial indicators to project a state of deep, frantic concern for the young king.
"Those raw statements you just broadcasted reflect the absolute, unvarnished truth nesting within your subconscious, don't they, Damon?"
"To forcefully realign this valley at the direct expense of every neighboring sector's survival parameters." N's brilliant eyes burned with a piercing, absolute chill.
"Hmph! So what if those are my core values?!" Damon growled, dropping the diplomatic facade as his features twisted in frustration. "This entire campaign was rightfully birthed from my own intellectual property! I mapped out the mathematical tracking of the Dragon Pulse, and I independently organized the logistics to guide the migration of the People of the Vale!"
"Why on earth did your intellect feel entitled to interject and hijack my lifework, forcefully unmooring the Sword of the Vale fortress behind my back?!"
"Have your tracking arrays failed to read the data detailing that this entire operational victory was supposed to anchor my definitive legacy?!" Damon hissed through gritted teeth, every single word squeezed out from the absolute depths of his seething envy.
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