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Sand. Flygon stumbled and looked around. Before him lay a vast expanse of desert, a cloudless blue sky above and barely a wind stirring the air. Home? But then... he looked down, then all around. No sign of his hat or apron or any of his things. A tiny knot formed in his stomach. Swallowing it...

Darkrai cast an even look on Odile, then back on the land around them. He seemed to pick up on Odile's frustration. "There is no joy to be found in this kind of suffering," he said softly, though mostly to himself. "I suspect you would feel differently were it a friend of your own suffering."...

"This is not a paradise." Darkrai said, his tone dense with bitterness. He fixed his gaze on Odile, gaze both stern and pained. "Do you not see? This is decay. An abomination, a distortion. It was not designed this way, created this way." Darkrai reached down and picked up a chunk of broken...

An eerie presence lingers all around.... The farther you travel, there is a sensation of being watched. Whispers... whispers just at the edge of hearing, but from no direction at all, as if inside ones or head, or perhaps right behind you- "𝔅𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱" Yet there is nothing...

Overhead a blanket of sickly, pallid yellow. Not a sky, but an oppresive, miasmatic cover than seemed to smother everything. Cloying air that felt near impossible to breath properly. Cracked mountains and canyons in the distance, like jagged claws tearing at the fabric of the sky. The ground...

"That is all that is needed. I trust you will do what is necessary," he said. Despite the firmness of his tone there was a note of reassurance as well. Darkrai said nothing, but he drifted over to Wallace, and surprisingly perhaps, embraced him. His body was cool to the touch, but not cold. A...

Darkrai nodded. "Very well." Pride filled his voice as he looked upon the assembled trainers. "I can see why Clink spoke so highly of all of you. Despite your different worlds and stories, you demonstrate the true hearts of trainers." "We will have an advantage. First, we will be prepared...

There was a tiniest hint of anger in Darkrai's eyes at the mention of Orzo. "Yes. I have become aware that Orzo is not who he claims." He spoke calmly, but it was clear he wasn't pleased in the slightest. "A traitor to everything we mythical pokemon stand for, and an abomination. But powerful as...

All around, a void. Distorted red and black shadows swirled around like a strange sky. Dotted about were jagged, dark islands of cold stone. It was upon one of these the group now found themselves. And there, looming before them, was Darkrai himself. Truly, here he appeared to embody...

Sand. Flygon stumbled and looked around. Before him lay a vast expanse of desert, a cloudless blue sky above and barely a wind stirring the air. Home? But then... he looked down, then all around. No sign of his hat or apron or any of his things. A tiny knot formed in his stomach. Swallowing it...

(CW: Violence, bloody imagery, death) Clink shook themself and blinked as they looked around. Odd. They were back in their own realm, their home. Surrounded by their keys, the familiar comfort of the soft pink sky and vibrant grass. Had the portal failed-? The thought seemed to dissolve as they...

...And the portal reached up and swallowed everyone. And for one brief moment, the sensation of falling, an endless void-