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Huh. Did Owen believe that the papers have been destroyed by accident? Perhaps he should clarify that the demons of his father had been mingling with his mind once more and they had been dragging him down with more fierceness in recent times… …Okay, that was the kind of stuff that sounded bad...

Molten snow. Icetales’ heart was a puddle of tears and despair. He could hear the shadows tangling around his spirit, like the tails of a daemon trying to squeeze his body and tear him apart, waiting to feast on his miserable soul… But then, the darkness receded as two voices called out for...

Icetales growled, feeling his fur standing upright like icicles. He wanted to just scream at the Absol. He wanted to be a raging snowstorm, to unleash his fury. However, he halted and his words dissipated from his mouth when the ghostly vision of Father appeared once more, sporting a manic...

Fantastic. Another reminder that he wasn’t apt for battles. Just what his medic prescribed. “Pah! I have erred countless of times in my life. That would be just the umpteenth error in an ever-growing pile of errors,” he huffed dismissively. “Jolly thoughts and intentions have no room in war.”...

Icetales yowled in shock, unconsciously sending a chilling gale toward the flames. The Freeze-Dey extinguished the pyre, leaving behind crumbled pieces of barely readable cold paper. He took a few harsh breaths, and turned around to notice Celeste staring at him. That darkness in his voice… did...

So, they won… and yet, that didn’t feel like a victory. Icetales gazed at the entire battlefield, his eyes gleaming with sadness. His comrades were marred by all kinds of wounds: emotional, psychological, physical… it was a miracle none died. Only a few were still left unconscious. He walked...

Madness! Rushing through the battlefield was utter madness! Corrupted Shaymin! Corrupted teammates! Corrupting machine! That was surely the most dangerous mission Icetales had to face so far, but he didn’t have time to have second doubts. He needed to do his job, and he couldn’t bear to hear...