Nebula's territory in the Eterna Forest was known as the 'Darkheart Glade' and had a fearsome reputation. The local wild Pokemon and trainers alike had learned to respect Nebula's strength and avoid her domain. Those who dared to cross into the glade were rarely seen again, and tales of the fearsome Shadow Lugia echoed throughout the forest like a whisper on the wind.

[Nebula's POV]: Nebula sat in her mountainside den, watching as the rain hammered down outside and the wind howled with an angry ferocity. The normally tranquil forest had been caught in a violent storm, and the sounds of the elements echoed through the trees.

Nebula:(Thinking) "Bothersome storms..."

She curled her tail around herself, taking some comfort in the familiar surroundings and the warmth of her own body. Nebula's dark purple plumage shifted restlessly as she listened to the rain and wind outside.

Though, Nebula's keen eyes observed the forest intently as she caught sight of a figure approaching her den, cloaked in the shadows of the forest. The figure appeared to be looking for shelter from the storm, unaware that it was entering claimed territory.

Nebula:(Thinking) "Hmm? What's this now? Another challenger or perhaps an unfortunate soul.. hmm.. whoever they may be better not be as bothersome as the rest.."

Curiosity tugged at Nebula's attention, the cloaked figure's presence both intriguing and somewhat irritating. She watched quietly as the figure entered her den shivering and weak from the elements, unaware of the looming shadow just a couple of feet from them.