Licanrock and Hanuape Break Through

The underground base was in chaos. Screams echoed as the experimental Pokémon broke free from their cages, slaughtering anything in their path.

The dim red lights flickered, casting eerie shadows over the facility's cold metal walls.

Rei stood at the center of the carnage, his face hidden behind a dark hood, his presence unknown to all.

His goal was simple—eradicate the organization, let Mimikyu feast on the souls of the fallen, and use this battle to push his Pokémon beyond their limits.

As the alarms blared, the ground trembled beneath him.

Two figures emerged from the shattered containment chambers.

The first was a massive beast, standing over two meters tall—a mutated Dark-Tyranitar. Its rocky body pulsed with black flames, and its eyes burned with malevolent red light. Unlike a normal Tyranitar, its body was slimmer, built more for speed and precision strikes rather than raw defense.

The second opponent was even more terrifying—a floating, dragon-like entity with four muscular arms and a long, serpentine body. It looked like a cross between a Medicham and a Dragonair, its head adorned with a twisted golden crown, and its skin radiating a psychic aura.

This was Psydragon, an unnatural Psychic/Dragon-type Pokémon, created by the organization through forced genetic modifications.

The two Pokémon locked onto Rei's presence, their instincts screaming that he was the true threat.

They attacked.

Lycanroc lunged forward, its fiery paws leaving trails of embers as it clashed with Tyranitar.

The beast roared, sending a massive shadow-infused fist toward Lycanroc, but the wolf dodged with lightning-fast movements. It landed on Tyranitar's arm and bit down with a Fire Fang, but the flames did nothing—Tyranitar's shadow energy absorbed the fire.

The realization hit Lycanroc—it wasn't enough to simply attack. It had to burn everything to the ground.

With a primal growl, Lycanroc howled as the moon glew. Its fur turned darker, streaked with crimson flames, and its eyes gleamed with savage hunger.

Tyranitar attacked again, but this time, Lycanroc didn't dodge. Instead, it engulfed itself in flames, letting the fire consume both itself and its enemy.

Tyranitar screamed, its rocky armor melting under the burning inferno.

As it fell, Lycanroc devoured its flaming remains. The fire burned hotter, stronger, and Lycanroc's entire body became wreathed in a new, more destructive flame—Blood Moon Fire.

With a final crunch, Lycanroc finished devouring the last embers of Tyranitar's existence.

Lycanroc had broken through to the Heavenly King level.

While Lycanroc fought with savagery, Hanuape faced its own battle with Psydragon.

The mutant dragon floated in the air, its four muscular arms crackling with psychic energy.

"Psychic Pokémon have always suppressed Fighting types," Rei thought, watching closely. But what happens when a fighter refuses to submit?

Psydragon launched a Psychic Wave, sending invisible energy crashing toward Hanuape.

Hanuape didn't dodge. Instead, it charged straight through the attack, tanking the psychic force with its raw physical endurance.

It was time to test its new resolve.

The moment it got close, Psydragon swung all four of its arms at once.

Hanuape caught them.

The monkey's muscles bulged, veins glowing with golden light. Then, with a roar, it slammed Psydragon onto the ground.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Psydragon screamed, its psychic power weakening.

Hanuape looked down at its struggling opponent and, for the first time, understood something deeper.

Strength wasn't just about fury or rage.

It was about domination.

True power was crushing an enemy so completely that they could never rise again.

With that understanding, Hanuape delivered a final, devastating punch—one that shattered Psydragon's skull, killing it instantly.

The dragon's soul, now no longer filled with rage, cried and then it let it self flew into Hanuape's arm.

Hanuape absorbed it.

A brilliant red tattoo appeared on Hanuape's right arm, shaped like a coiled dragon, glowing with psychic energy fused with fighting aura.

Just like Lycanrock, Hanuape had broken through to the heavenly king level.

Rei stood amid the burning ruins, his Pokémon breathing heavily but radiating immense new power.

The underground organization was wiped out.

But no one would ever know who was responsible.

No security footage remained. No witnesses had survived.

And Rei had made sure of it.

His legend grew in the shadows, unknown to the world. After the destruction of the organisation, a legend of a demonic trainer who is ruthless as he is greedy spread. And that was exactly how Rei wanted it.