Prophecy of Destruction

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At that moment, watching Flint frantically running in circles, Johan couldn't help but feel an odd sense of amusement.

Like someone should be playing background music for him…

But jokes aside, the swarm of Unown surrounding Flint was an obvious red flag.

"So it really was the Unown messing with him," Johan muttered.

Cynthia frowned. "What did Flint even do to them?"

It was unusual—normally, Unown simply existed within ruins, embedded in walls.

But here?

They were fully awake.

"Let's save this poor guy first," Johan said.

"Gengar."

"Ka-kaah~!"

With a wide grin, Gengar emerged from Johan's shadow.

However—

At the same time they noticed Flint, the Unown noticed them.

Countless glowing red eyes turned toward them in unison.

Immediately—

Johan and Cynthia felt their vision distort.

A crimson haze spread out, creeping toward them like an encroaching nightmare.

"Ka-kaah!"

Sensing something was off, Gengar's playful grin vanished.

Both its hands shot up, eyes glowing with a psychic aura.

Psychic Terrain!

BOOM!

Two forces clashed in the air, sending ripples through the ruins.

Several Unown flinched, surprised.

The eerie crimson world shattered like broken glass.

"They were trying to drag us into an illusion too?" Cynthia muttered.

And then—

Flint yelled out something completely ridiculous.

"WHO THE HELL DO THESE LOWLIFES THINK THEY ARE, LOOKING DOWN ON ME, THE GREAT FLINT?!"

Both Johan and Cynthia: "…"

Even if they knew he was under the Unown's influence…

The sheer audacity made their foreheads twitch.

"INFERNAPE! FIRE PUNCH! TEACH THESE PEASANTS A LESSON!"

Flint pointed dramatically.

"Ku!!"

Also caught in the illusion, Infernape's body ignited, eyes filled with violent intent as it lunged straight at Johan and Cynthia!

Cynthia smirked, glancing at Johan as if to say:

"Leave this to me."

"Garchomp, Dragon Claw!"

Without even needing a command, Garchomp's Poké Ball clicked open.

The fierce dragon let out a roar, its gaze landing on Infernape.

Recognizing a familiar opponent, Garchomp's eyes narrowed in amusement and contempt.

Its claws lashed out—

SMASH!

Infernape was swatted away like a ragdoll.

"WHAT THE HELL?! WHEN DID GARCHOMP GET THIS STRONG?!"

Flint shouted in shock.

Clearly, Unown had tried to use him as a puppet.

But—

Flint was simply too weak to be a threat.

Even so—

Johan and Cynthia had to hold back their strongest attacks.

They couldn't risk damaging the ruins.

That's why Cynthia had chosen Dragon Claw instead of Earthquake or Draco Meteor.

Meanwhile—

The Unown realized something.

Flint was useless.

A quick telepathic exchange later—

The Unown rearranged themselves in midair.

Each time they formed a new pattern, a strange power surged.

Johan's expression darkened.

...You're not seriously about to create an Entei, are you?

He recalled a certain movie—

Pokémon 3: The Spell of the Unown.

In that story, Unown constructed an entire fantasy world, even materializing a fully functional Entei from a little girl's imagination.

And now—

They were gathering en masse.

"Something's wrong," Cynthia said sharply.

She was right.

Unown were an enigma, an anomaly of the Pokémon world.

Each of their 28 forms represented a letter or symbol.

But when they gathered in large numbers…

They could bend reality itself.

The extent of their power was so vast—

Even the God of Creation, Arceus, had acknowledged them.

Cynthia's expression turned grim.

"I'll handle Flint!"

She moved instantly.

At the same time, Johan gave Gengar a signal.

Gengar fired a Shadow Ball—

BAM!

It collided—

Against an invisible wall.

"What the…?"

Johan's eyes narrowed.

The Unown had created a force field.

It was an invisible barrier of condensed space, thick like solidified air.

Meanwhile—

The Unown's movements sped up.

Johan's Rotom Dex beeped urgently.

"WARNING! WARNING! TIME DISTORTIONS DETECTED, ROTO!"

The time display on his Rotom Dex began flickering wildly.

"Distorted space, abnormal time flow…"

Johan's mind raced.

The Unown were attempting to manipulate time and space.

"Cha!"

Tinkaton tightened her grip on her hammer.

She had once held Adamant Orb fragments—the artifact tied to Dialga.

And now—

She sensed something familiar.

Johan clenched his teeth.

Damn it, Flint.

What should've been a simple dungeon exploration was turning into a prelude to a legendary battle.

Johan forced himself to calm down.

No… This doesn't add up.

Could Unown really create a Dialga or Palkia?

That would be absurd.

Even in legends—

Only Arceus had such authority.

Johan's eyes flashed with insight.

He raised both hands.

"Aura, heed my call!"

A faint golden glow rippled through the air.

At the same time—

A faint, ominous energy seeped from Gengar's Rotom phone.

The aura of—

Giratina.

—

BOOM!

The moment the Unown sensed Giratina's presence—

They panicked.

Their precise formations collapsed instantly.

Their coordinated movements scattered into chaos.

Gengar grinned.

Unown clearly feared Giratina.

It was enough to disrupt whatever they were attempting.

Johan didn't let this opportunity slip.

"Why are you doing this?"

He channeled his aura, projecting his thoughts toward the Unown.

For a moment—

They hesitated.

And then—

They began to write.

Letters formed in midair—

Ancient text.

Cynthia frowned.

"I'll translate."

Johan turned—

Only to see—

Cynthia and Garchomp standing upside down on the ceiling.

From his perspective, they were defying gravity.

From her perspective, he was the one standing on the ceiling.

Johan: "…Great."

Clearly, the Unown had warped space again.

"First, put my friends down."

Johan projected his aura once more.

The Unown hesitated.

Then—

Johan felt weightless.

And suddenly—

He was falling.

"Shi—"

THUD!

Fortunately—

Garchomp caught him midair.

"Huff."

The dragon exhaled two angry puffs of air from its nostrils.

Johan blinked.

Garchomp's eyes were fierce.

"Don't even think about letting someone ELSE catch you next time."

Johan: "…Okay then."

To appease the irritated dragon—

He fed it two Pokéblocks.

"Snort!"

…Fine. Temporary forgiveness.

"Are you alright?" Cynthia asked, stepping forward.

"Yeah, yeah," Johan muttered.

Honestly—

Garchomp felt scarier than the Unown.

"Can you translate that?" He pointed at the letters.

Cynthia studied the text carefully.

Her brows furrowed.

"It says…

'A legend shall awaken.

Rage will bring destruction.

The world will return to chaos.'"

Johan frowned.

"A legend? Awakening? And destruction?"

That was not a good combination.

He turned back to the Unown.

"Which legend are you referring to?"

But—

As soon as the message was delivered, the Unown began retreating.

They drifted back into the walls.

Johan's eye twitched.

Damn cryptic Pokémon.

But—

He took out some Pokéblocks.

"Wait! Here's a small gift. Plenty more where that came from!"

The Unown—

Paused.

Then, they lined up again.

"?"

But the moment they tasted the Pokéblocks—

"!"