The morning wind swept across the outskirts of Ignivar Town as Elior adjusted his backpack. Infernyx flared its wings, Voltiger's sparks danced across the stones, and Lunashade's shadow stretched silently at his side.
The streets of Ignivar were slowly returning to normal, but Elior didn't linger. Team Umber had taken the titan, and every moment wasted was a step closer to their unknown destination.
Professor Kaedra handed him a small bundle of supplies.
"Route 113 is a long path," she said. "It passes through volcanic ridges, forests, and valleys. It's not just a journey of distance—it's a challenge in itself."
Elior nodded.
"I know. But I need to keep moving."
The path to Route 113 led northeast from Ignivar Town. As they left the town behind, the terrain became rougher—jagged volcanic rock gave way to dense forests, and the occasional stream cut through the landscape.
Voltiger hovered ahead, electricity flickering nervously at every sudden movement in the trees. Infernyx's flames lit the way at dusk, and Lunashade's shadow moved silently, alert to anything unusual.
Hours into the journey, Elior paused on a ridge overlooking a deep valley. The sun was now high in the sky, casting long shadows over the rugged terrain below.
"Route 113 is just beyond that valley," he said to himself. "We can do this."
Infernyx stomped, sending small sparks of flame into the air. Voltiger's electricity crackled. Lunashade's silver eyes scanned the forest below.
As they descended, Elior noticed signs of recent activity—broken branches, faint scorch marks, and disturbances in the earth.
Team Umber had been here.
He clenched his fists.
"They're always one step ahead," he muttered.
But he didn't slow down. Each step was measured, his Pokémon moving in perfect unison with him.
By evening, Route 113 stretched before them—a winding path through dense forests and volcanic rocks, with hidden clearings and rushing streams.
Elior set up a small camp by a stream. Infernyx rested nearby, Voltiger curled up on a rock, and Lunashade's shadow settled quietly.
He stared at the map.
"There's no turning back," he said softly.
The journey ahead was long. The challenges on Route 113 would test him—and his Pokémon—like never before.
And somewhere beyond the forests and ridges, Team Umber was moving, their next plans already in motion.
Elior clenched his fists again.
"We'll catch up. No matter what it takes."
And the journey continues...