[The room is dark, as befitting the middle of the night. The soft sounds of sleeping Pokémon can be heard, undisturbed. A shadow that appears to be an Eevee can be seen sleeping on a pillow at the head of the bed. Cecil is in the middle of it, sitting up, his skin so pale it almost glows. The sheets around him are rumpled, twisted by an uneasy ( Read more... )

...Why...

Does it matter? This world is unworthy of us. It has no crystals. It is below the notice of Baron's order.

Not again... How could I...

How could you? How could you not! This world has stolen us from our home! It has taken us from our vengeance!

Then again, those beasts might be helpful in retaking the crystals once we return to Baron. It is ( Read more... )