https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cu8YbOy2rvk"That is good to hear," she replies, wearing a look of relief on her face. "It is..."
Whatever she seems to be saying is drowned out by a low buzzing. Like a web of sparking, static fuzz in your mind. A seeping tar begins to bleed out like a festering wound of shadows.
Gardevoir doesn't seem to notice. But you do.