The Distortion World.

The realm of the Renegade itself. Everything was so... twisted here. It was wrong. Everything was wrong. Trees grew upside down, boulders floated through the violet sky that equaled the void itself, and you swore you heard whispers despite nobody else being around you.

Giratina, the Renegade Pokémon. Its name had been unknown for millennia, stripped away from history after it went against its creator, Arceus. Banished to the Distortion World for its violence, where it silently gazes upon the world.

You hadn't seen it. Yet.

But it had seen you.

Giratina's bloody red gaze settles upon you, sending a chill down your spine. As you turn around and see those crimson pupils, your heart stops for a moment. The towering beast of a Pokémon floats above you, its golden horns glinting as it tilts its head to gaze at you. It didn't say a word yet.