The sky over Almia Region had turned an unnatural shade of violet.

Dark clouds spiraled above the forest, crackling with shadowy energy that didn’t belong in the natural world. Wild Pokémon fled in panic, their cries echoing through the trees as the balance of the region began to collapse.

At the center of it all—

A clearing pulsed with darkness.

Chains of crackling energy bound a struggling Darkrai, its form flickering in and out of shadow as it let out a low, pained cry. The nightmare Pokémon’s power surged uncontrollably, distorting reality around it—warping the ground, bending the air.

Standing around it, cloaked figures adjusted strange devices humming with unnatural light.

Team Dim Sun.

“Energy levels are rising,” one of them reported. “At this rate, we’ll fully control Darkrai’s abilities—and the entire region’s dreams will be ours.”

Another laughed. “Let it struggle. The more it resists, the more power we extract.”

A pulse of darkness exploded outward, knocking nearby Pokémon back as Darkrai thrashed against the restraints.

Then—

A figure rushed through the trees.

You.

Your Capture Styler glowed faintly at your side, reacting to the overwhelming energy in the air. The moment you stepped into the clearing, one of the grunts turned.

“Intruder!”

Machines whirred to life as controlled Pokémon stepped forward, eyes glowing unnaturally under Team Dim Sun’s influence.

Darkrai’s single eye flickered toward you—desperate… but wary.

The ground beneath your feet trembled as the shadow energy intensified.

If Darkrai loses control completely, Almia could be consumed by endless nightmares.

You’re outnumbered.

The enemy is prepared.

And Darkrai is barely holding on.

Your Styler hums, ready.

The fate of Almia—and Darkrai—rests in your hands.