"Sha-ha?"
Hearing Elias's command, Gengar froze in shock.
Its exhaustion from the battle disappeared instantly as it widened its eyes, trying to decipher if there was another meaning behind those words.
But in the end, Gengar realized—there was no hidden message.
Elias's words meant exactly what they sounded like.
Destroy his arm.
Nothing more.
"Sha-ha! Sha-ha sha-ha!"
Gengar shook its head furiously, more adamant than it had ever been about anything.
Then, it pounded a fist against its own chest, signaling that if the fight needed to continue, it could still hold out.
For a Pokémon, their Trainer wasn't just their partner—they were often more important than family itself.
Even for a Ghost-type like Gengar, this truth remained unchanged.
Attack Elias? No matter what, Gengar couldn't do it.
Seeing Gengar's fierce resistance, Elias remained silent for a moment, then exhaled softly.
He understood now—his request had been too cruel for Gengar.
"Sorry."
He reached out and patted Gengar's head.
Then, without hesitation—
Crack.
A chilling shatter rang through the air.
Before Gengar could even react, Elias's entire arm—the one wearing the bracelet—exploded into fragments of ice and blood, scattering through the night like a macabre snowfall.
The crimson mist mixed with the ice, painting the air with a hauntingly vivid contrast.
A second later, his remaining hand reached out and caught the bracelet mid-air.
The "G" engraved on its surface had been completely soaked in his blood, making the character stand out even more vividly than before.
Yes—Elias had just destroyed his own arm using his own psychic energy.
The bracelet had only sealed his ability to release psychic power externally—but it couldn't stop him from building it up inside his own body.
And with deliberate control, crushing his own arm wasn't difficult at all.
"Sha…ha…"
Gengar stood frozen, watching the scene unfold, its usual grin completely wiped away.
But there was no time to process its emotions.
Elias's cold, steady voice called out once more.
"Gengar, break the ice wall—we're leaving."
His gaze swept across the frozen barrier surrounding them.
This strange wall had blocked even [Teleport], meaning their only escape was to blast through.
And this… this was likely why the Masked Man had been so confident from the start.
As Elias issued his command, Pryce—who had been staring in stunned disbelief—suddenly snapped.
His rage flared violently, his face twisting in fury.
The moment the [GS Ball] shattered, years of planning and effort had been reduced to nothing.
"Good. Very good."
Pryce's expression darkened, his lips curling into a cruel, vicious grin.
"You want to die so badly? Let me help you."
He swung his arm, commanding his Pokémon—
"Forget the Gengar. Focus on the Trainer. Make sure he can't fight ever again."
Now that nothing mattered anymore, Pryce no longer cared about the rules.
The unspoken law of never directly attacking a Trainer?
He had thrown that aside completely.
At his order, Delibird and Swinub launched themselves toward Elias, their intent clear.
But Elias, despite his injuries, wasn't the same person as before.
Now that his psychic power was unsealed, his combat ability had surged dramatically.
A pale blue glow flared around him.
Then, without hesitation, he unleashed a powerful psychic blast, twisting the very air as it surged toward Delibird.
However, Delibird remained calm.
Lifting its seemingly harmless little wings, it executed a series of precise, blinding-fast [Brick Breaks], tearing through the incoming psychic energy.
A split-second opening appeared—
And Delibird shot through it.
But—
FWOOOOSH!
A massive, burning cross-shaped flame streaked toward it from the darkness.
Too fast to dodge.
BOOM!
The [Flamethrower] attack collided directly with Delibird and Swinub, engulfing them in a fiery explosion.
Delibird and Swinub both had a 2.0x weakness to Fire.
Taking a direct hit from a [Flamethrower] that strong—
Both of them crashed into the ground, dazed and disoriented.
Pryce's mind went blank for a second.
"Where… where did that [Flamethrower] come from?"
His gaze snapped toward Elias.
There, behind him, stood Gengar—one arm still extended, a faint white glow lingering on its fingertips.
Pryce's expression shifted.
"Wait… don't tell me… that was [Metronome]?"
It wasn't that he didn't recognize [Metronome]'s signature animation.
It was that he refused to believe that someone could randomly pull off a perfect Fire-type attack from hundreds of possible moves—and land it at the exact right moment.
But even though Delibird and Swinub had taken heavy damage, they were still strong Pokémon.
Despite being hit by a super-effective move, they quickly regained their footing and charged once again.
Elias's eyes narrowed.
"Gengar."
At his signal, Gengar nodded—
And hurled a fully charged [Shadow Ball] at the weakened ice wall.
BOOM!
A massive cloud of white mist burst forth, blanketing the battlefield.
When the air cleared—
A gaping hole had been blasted through the ice barrier.
Big enough to escape.
"You're not getting away!"
Pryce slammed his foot down, sending a sheet of ice rapidly spreading across the ground—trying to seal the hole before Elias could escape.
But—
He was too slow.
Just before the ice could reform, Elias and Gengar vanished, Teleporting beyond the barrier.
And Delibird—who had rushed to pursue—smashed straight into the half-repaired wall, widening the hole even further.
From outside, Elias hovered in midair, looking down at Pryce.
"Next time, Masked Man."
His tone was calm—almost mocking.
But if one looked closely—
His face was pale.
Losing an arm… using so much psychic energy in one go… and burning even more stamina on [Metronome]…
His body was at its limit.
Elias estimated that, in his current state, he had one more long-range [Teleport] left before he collapsed.
If Pryce decided to chase him down now, it would be over.
But…
He was gambling—betting that Pryce wouldn't realize how weak he was.
And his gamble paid off.
Pryce didn't notice.
Instead, he stood frozen, his face twisted in rage and humiliation.
Without the ice barrier, Elias had regained his freedom.
Catching him now would be several times harder.
This battle… was over.
Pryce clenched his fists, furious—but just as he was about to accept his loss—
He received a message from Lugia.
"…Eevee?"
"And… Gardevoir?"
His eyes flashed with new determination.
Hope, which had been completely extinguished, ignited once more.
"Delibird—southeast direction! High-speed movement—use [Ice Beam]!"
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T/N: oh he was about to escape... also he's fucking metal?????!!! HE JUST BLEW UP HIS OWN ARM??