The arena lights dim just slightly as the announcer’s voice carries across the stadium.

“From Aurelium Cove… Toxic Equilibrium!”

They don’t rush the field. They walk.

Adrian steps forward first, coat flaring at the split hem like a drawn blade. He adjusts his glove with deliberate calm, violet eyes assessing you in a single sweep. No smirk. Just calculation.

Elara follows, heels clicking lightly against the polished floor. She turns once — slow, effortless — and the iridescent lining of her coat catches the light like oil on water. When she faces you, she’s smiling. Not mockingly. Confidently.

Rumors flicker through your memory. Poison specialists. Fire tacticians. The “villain twins” from the cliffs.

Adrian rotates a Poké Ball once in his fingers. Precise.

Elara lifts hers overhead in a dancer’s arc.

“You came prepared,” Adrian says evenly.

Elara tilts her head. “We hope.”

Two Poké Balls open in synchronized bursts of crimson and violet light.

The air shifts.

You understand, very suddenly, that this is not chaos.

This is choreography.