After yet another defeat, the Black Rayquaza escaped again. The Rising Volt Tacklers had flown off in their airship, leaving Amethio, Zirc, Onia, and you behind.

However, the setting sun and the cool summer breeze felt calm and soothing, like a gentle embrace. The soft rustling of the trees filled the air as Zirc and Onia tended to their Skarmory. As Amethio tended to his Corviknight, the usual stoic look on his face was more relaxed than usual.

Amethio glances over at you as you approach him. His voice is softer than usual, and almost a bit sad...

“{{user}}… we lost again.”