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The Mantis-Class sub cut through the dark, pressurized depths of the Philippine Sea with a silent hum. On the sonar, Valencia Island appeared as a jagged spike of volcanic rock and lush tropical canopy. But as Zeth approached the hidden cove near Professor Ivy's preserve, the sub's navigation sensors began to scream.
[Warning: Dimensional Flux Detected. Spatiotemporal Disturbance: 88%.]
"That's not an E-Rank," Zeth muttered, his eyes narrowing as he stared through the reinforced glass of the cockpit.
Above the waterline, the sky over the island wasn't blue—it was a bruised, swirling violet. A jagged tear in reality hung suspended over the central lagoon, crackling with black lightning. This was a C-Rank Gate.
In this world, a C-Rank meant the "Harmless" threshold had been shattered. These were Pokémon with the power to level a small town, ranging into the Yellow to Orange potential tiers, with a high probability of a Green-tier Alpha.
"Ceruledge, Armarouge, prepare for landfall," Zeth commanded. "The League won't be far behind once the sensors on the Plateau catch this."
The Mantis-Class sub groaned as it breached the surface of the Valencia lagoon. The sky wasn't blue; it was a bruised, swirling violet, crackling with black lightning that short-circuited the sub's navigation array. This was a C-Rank Gate, and the pressure in the air was heavy enough to make Zeth's lungs ache.
"Out. Now," Zeth commanded.
He hit the release, and his team materialized on the black volcanic sand. Ceruledge and Armarouge flanked him, their flames flickering in the unnatural wind. Beside them, the Rhyhorn (Lvl 44) and Shelgon (Lvl 45) stood like reinforced bunkers, their hides clicking against the heat.
From the violet mist of the Gate, a pack of six Tyrunt emerged, followed by the heavy, bone-shaking thud of a Tyrantrum. It wasn't just an Alpha; it was a C-Rank Gate-dweller, its scales thick as tank armor and its eyes glowing with a primal, prehistoric malice.
Pokémon: Tyrantrum (Gate Alpha) Level: 58 Potential: Green Ability: Rock Head Moves: Head Smash, Earthquake, Crunch, Dragon Claw.
The Tyrantrum roared, a sound that flattened the nearby mangroves. It didn't wait. It charged, the ground shattering under its weight.
"Rhyhorn, Take Down! Shelgon, Protect the flank!"
The Rhyhorn leveled its horn and charged, meeting the Tyrantrum head-on. The impact was sickening—a spray of sand and a dull thud of massive bodies colliding. The Rhyhorn, despite its Senior-tier strength, was thrown backward ten feet, its hooves carving deep furrows in the earth. The Tyrantrum barely stumbled, its Level 58 mass making it an immovable object.
"Shelgon, use Zen Headbutt!"
The Shelgon slammed into the Tyrantrum's side, but it was like hitting a mountain. The Tyrantrum swung its massive tail, a Dragon Tail that caught Shelgon mid-air and sent it crashing into a basalt pillar.
"They're too heavy," Zeth gritted his teeth, his Aura flaring as he felt the physical pain of his team. "Knights! Suppression fire!"
The Tyrunt pack (Lvl 42-45) swarmed the perimeter. One lunged for Zeth's throat, its Strong Jaw snapping inches from his face.
"Ceruledge, Shadow Sneak!"
Ceruledge flickered, its blades parrying the Tyrunt's teeth, but even the knight was struggling. The Tyrunt's hide was Yellow-potential stone; the blades left shallow scorches rather than deep cuts. Ceruledge had to dance, using its Weak Armor to gain speed every time a stray tooth grazed its plates, but it was being pushed back toward the treeline.
On the other side, Armarouge was firing Aura Spheres to keep the pack at bay, but the Tyrantrum was closing in on it.
"Armarouge, Wide Guard!"
The golden shield erupted. The Tyrantrum slammed its head into the barrier with a Head Smash. The golden dome cracked instantly. Armarouge's knees buckled, its brass boots sinking three inches into the rock. The level gap was a physical wall—the knight's Level 35 energy was being drained just trying to hold the shield for three seconds.
"It's going to break," Zeth realized. "Rhyhorn, Rock Tomb! Bury its legs!"
The Rhyhorn, staggering back to its feet, slammed its horn into the ground. Boulders erupted around the Tyrantrum's feet, momentarily stalling its charge.
"We can't win a head-on collision," Zeth shouted over the roar of the Gate. "We have to bleed it! Ceruledge, Will-O-Wisp! Target the joints!"
Ceruledge spun through the Tyrunt pack, ignoring their bites to fire three precise violet embers at the Tyrantrum's knees. The ghostly fire took hold, the Burn beginning to eat away at the beast's massive physical power.
The Tyrantrum roared in fury, thrashing against the Rock Tomb. It let out an Earthquake.
The ground buckled. Rhyhorn and Shelgon were tossed like pebbles. Armarouge was forced to drop its shield to stabilize itself, leaving Zeth exposed.
"Shelgon, get in the way!"
The Shelgon rolled in front of Zeth, taking the brunt of the shockwave. Its shell cracked, a jagged line appearing near its eye. It didn't move, but its breath was shallow.
The Tyrantrum broke free of the rocks, its eyes locked on Zeth. It raised its head for a Giga Impact—a move that would end the fight and the life of anyone in its path.
"Return! All of you!"
Zeth didn't stay to find out if they could survive. He slammed the recall buttons, the red beams pulling his battered team back into their balls. He didn't have a choice.
He turned and dove back into the Mantis sub, slamming the hatch shut just as the Tyrantrum's jaws clamped onto the reinforced exterior. The sub groaned, the metal screaming under the pressure of the Level 58 bite.
"Dive! Emergency ballast dump!"
The sub plummeted into the dark water of the lagoon, the Tyrantrum's roar muffled by the depths. Zeth sat in the pilot's seat, his hands shaking, his chest heaving. His team was broken. The Shelgon was at its limit, and the knights had been shown exactly what the world thought of "newly evolved" potential when faced with raw, prehistoric levels.
"It wasn't an E-Rank," Zeth whispered, staring at the cracked monitor. "We weren't ready."
[Status: Rhyhorn & Shelgon - Severely Injured. Knights - Energy Depleted.] [Target: Escape to Valencia Outskirts. Find a healer.]
The Mantis-Class sub settled into a kelp-choked crevasse two miles off the coast of Valencia. The interior was silent, save for the erratic hum of the life-support systems and the wet, heavy breathing of Zeth. The smell of scorched ozone and metallic blood filled the cramped cabin.
Zeth ignored his own bruised ribs, his hands trembling as he laid the four Pokéballs on the flickering console. The Shelgon's ball was vibrating—a sign of extreme physical trauma.
"I pushed too hard," Zeth whispered, his voice cracking. He didn't have a high-grade restorative. He had basic potions and a few medicinal herbs, but they were useless against a Level 58 crushed-shell injury.
He looked through the viewport at the distant silhouette of Professor Ivy's Research Laboratory. It was a sprawling, white-domed complex perched on a cliff, currently illuminated by the violet glare of the C-Rank Gate.
"If I don't get them to a professional healing station in the next hour, Shelgon isn't going to make it to its next evolution."
Zeth didn't recall the knights. He needed them for the bypass. He swam to the surface in a lightweight wetsuit, the Ceruledge following him through the water like a shark made of shadows.
The laboratory was in a state of controlled panic. Alarms were blaring as Ivy's assistants scrambled to evacuate the "Forbidden Preserve" Pokémon before the Tyrantrum pack reached the perimeter.
"Ceruledge, drop the internal temperature," Zeth commanded as they reached the cooling pipes of the lab's basement. "Mask our heat. Night Shade the sensors."
Ceruledge flickered, its violet-flame blades dimming to a dull, haunting glow. It glided through the corridors, its ghostly essence short-circuiting the infrared cameras. Zeth followed, his Aura suppressed to a tiny, vibrating needle, just enough to sense the guards' movements.
They reached the High-Level Trauma Center. Through the reinforced glass, Zeth saw the prize: a Stasis-Healer V-4, the same model used at the Indigo Plateau.
But standing in front of the console was an NPC Zeth recognized from the decrypted Silph files—Head Researcher Phil. He was frantically downloading data into a briefcase.
Pokémon: Hypno (Phil's Guardian) Level: 52 Potential: Yellow Ability: Insomnia Moves: Psychic, Hypnosis, Dream Eater, Psyshock, Disable.
"Ceruledge, Shadow Sneak! Disable the Hypno before it can swing the pendulum!"
Ceruledge exploded from Phil's own shadow. The Hypno reacted with terrifying speed, its pendulum beginning to glow with a sickly purple light, but Ceruledge was faster. Its violet blade caught the string of the pendulum, the Cursed Body ability sparking on contact.
The Hypno's eyes widened as its Hypnosis move was instantly sealed by the curse.
"Who—?!" Phil started to scream, but Zeth was already there, slamming a palm into the researcher's chest and pinning him against the console.
"I don't want the data, and I don't want your life," Zeth hissed, his emerald eyes burning with a desperate, cold fury. "I want the stasis-bed. Open it. Now."
Phil, staring into the face of a fourteen-year-old with the eyes of a veteran killer, didn't argue. He punched in the codes.
Zeth released the Shelgon and Rhyhorn. The Shelgon rolled onto the padded bed, its white shell spider-webbed with cracks. The Rhyhorn's horn was chipped, its breathing ragged.
Pokémon: Shelgon (Zeth's) Level: 45 Potential: Gold
Condition: Critical (Internal Hemorrhaging)
Pokémon: Rhyhorn (Zeth's) Level: 44 Potential: Dark Blue
Condition: Severe (Concussion/Structural Fracture)
"The machine won't be enough," Phil stammered, watching the scanners. "The Tyrantrum's bite... it injected prehistoric marrow-toxins. You need a Full-Restore Catalyst to stabilize the cell-growth, or the shell will never knit back together."
"Where is it?" Zeth demanded.
"In Ivy's private vault. But that's guarded by her ace. It's a Senior-Master tier Pokémon, kid. You're going to get yourself killed."
Zeth looked at the Shelgon. The Pokémon had taken the hit that was meant for him. It had stood between him and a Level 58 monster without hesitating.
"Ceruledge, stay here. If he touches that console, cut his hands off."
Zeth turned to the door, his Aura flaring outward, no longer hidden. He didn't care about the League sensors anymore. He didn't care about the "Anomaly" tags.
"Armarouge, come out," Zeth commanded.
The Golden Knight materialized, its armor reflecting the red emergency lights of the lab.
"We're going to the vault," Zeth said. "And if anyone stands in our way, we aren't using 'Wide Guard'. We're burning the floor."
[Objective: Medical Bay Secured.] [Time Remaining: 12 Minutes until Shelgon's cellular collapse.] [Current Threat: Professor Ivy's Security Force - Incoming.]