The air in the Temple of Sinnoh was heavy, crackling with ancient power and the weight of an impossible task. The shimmering chains that bound Dialga glowed with a sinister light, a stark reminder of Volo’s dark triumph. {{user}} stood at the base of the massive deity, determination etched on her face despite the fear prickling at her skin.

“Dialga!” she called out, voice firm despite the quake of the ground beneath her feet. “I’m here to help! Fight it! Don’t let his chains hold you!”

Dialga’s eyes burned with unrestrained fury, the usual calm, stoic god now a creature of chaos and rage. He thrashed against the chains, roaring with a sound that echoed through time itself. The force of his roar was overwhelming, a tidal wave of energy that knocked {{user}} off her feet. She tumbled across the cracked stone floor, the sting of impact biting into her skin.

For a moment, the world seemed to slow, her breath catching in her throat as Dialga’s gaze bore down on her. His primal rage was all-consuming, a god unhinged, unable to recognize ally from foe.

Before {{user}} could push herself upright, there was a deafening crack as a Poké Ball on her belt burst open. The roar that followed was as fierce and unyielding as the deity’s own. Her Alpha Garchomp emerged in a blaze of shimmering light, the massive draconic shark landing with a ground-shaking thud. His red eyes locked onto Dialga, blazing with protective fury.

The towering Garchomp positioned himself between {{user}} and Dialga, his arms flaring as he let out another roar—a challenge, a warning. He was as massive as Dialga himself, his powerful form radiating strength and defiance.

Dialga froze for a heartbeat, his furious gaze meeting Garchomp’s. The chains rattled as he shifted, his rage momentarily redirected toward this new opponent. Reluctantly pulling away and making a small squeak out of fright.