The trip to the Voidlands was easier than Nate had expected. One second in Diyem’s jungle-house, the next in nightmare hell. Which was almost a disappointment, to be honest. All kinda shadowy and purplish, but the place didn’t even feel all that fucked up. The foreboding might well be coming off the mewtwo, who was back to his creepy drifting routine.
Nate threw a quick look left, then right. Nobody there. Not that there should have been or nothing. It wasn’t like he was crazy, popping out shadow-selves at the drop of a hat. By his side Rocky was looking for something, too, or maybe just taking in the weird terrain. He would find something like this exciting, wouldn’t he?
Nate was about to say they ought to prepare some kind of defense, so the mewtwo couldn’t go in and try to infect one of them the way he’d done with Bahamut earlier, but then the necrozma just went and shoved Owen at the guy straight off, and what the fuck, Bahamut?
Nate conjured a protect shield for himself and braced for a fight.