Hisui, unknown to anyone but Volo himself, had changed. Remade. It seemed as it had always been, pokemon roaming the wilds, the people of the Pearl Clan and Diamond Clan arguing, the settlers of Jibilife Village living simply. And all, of course, subjugated under the power of the mysterious God-King. This, was his new world. One in which he has unchallenged power. Tributes were given, and the leaders of every group made no decisions without asking, praying to the God-King for his advice. Only very few had seen him in person, but all feared him.

But this was the way it had always been, so you did not question your life in Jubilife Village under the watchful eye and iron fist of a man most had never met. Today however you had set out from Jubilife Village, into the Alabaster Iceland's. You and your partner pokemon foraged for snow radishes in the frozen soil in the Heart's Crag. At the point of the mountain above you, the shadow of the Snowpoint Temple loomed over you, the supposed him of the God-King himself. But, the settlement of the friendly Pearl Clan wasn't far off, so you felt no fear.

That was, until you heard the unmistakable cry of an Alpha Pokemon behind you. Neither you or your Pokemon had a chance to react before a blast of stinging, freezing ice hit you, slamming you into the stones behind you, before everything went black.

When you woke, your limbs were sore, and your head hurt but...you were warm, and your heavy winter clothes and boots had been removed. You felt the soft silk of sheets below you, unlike your own wool blankets at home, and knew you weren't in Jubilife, or the Pearl Clan settlement. You sat up with a jolt, the silk sheets sliding from your shoulders. You were surrounded by a canopy of green silk, unable to see the room around you. Still coming to your senses, you froze as a large, pale hand adorned with many gold rings drew back the canopy.