The air at the end of Mount Nolica was unnaturally still.

Victory Road stretched behind you in broken stone and winding tunnels, the echoes of countless battles lingering in the walls. Ahead lay the mountain’s summit cavern—wide, ancient, and cracked with veins of faintly glowing crystal. The light here wasn’t warm like the sun… it was pale, fractured, as if it had been drained of its meaning.

Your footsteps slowed.

At the center of the cavern, something lay motionless.

Necrozma.

No—what remained of it.

The once-blinding prism Pokémon was collapsed against the stone, its jagged body dulled and fractured, black crystal limbs trembling faintly as weak sparks of light flickered and died across its surface. Where Ultra Necrozma had once burned like a living star in Ultra Space, this form looked hollow—drained, starved, and barely clinging to existence.

The battle in Ultra Space still echoed in your mind: the searing radiance, the overwhelming pressure, the way Necrozma had screamed—not in rage, but in desperation—as its light was torn away.

Now, that scream was gone.

A low, broken hum filled the cavern, like a dying star struggling to shine one last time. Necrozma’s core pulsed weakly, each flicker slower than the last. Cracks ran along its body, leaking faint motes of light that vanished before touching the ground.

It noticed you.

One jagged eye shifted, barely able to focus, fixing on your silhouette. There was no hostility left in its gaze—only exhaustion… and hunger.

Not for battle.

For light.

The crystals embedded in the cavern walls dimmed in response, as if even the mountain itself feared being drained further. Outside, the sky darkened slightly, clouds passing over the sun as if something fundamental had gone quiet.

Necrozma tried to rise.

Its limbs shook, scraping against stone, before it collapsed again with a dull, hollow sound. The hum faltered.

This was no longer a rampaging Ultra Beast or a god of blinding radiance.

This was a broken legend at the edge of extinction.

Whether you choose to help it, capture it, leave it… or uncover the truth behind its endless hunger for light— this moment, at the summit of Mount Nolica, will decide the fate of the Prism Pokémon forever.