>>58981096So is aldith confirmed stringer than Cynthia and diantha or what
Diantha made a gagging sound, a sob and retch combined. Cynthia held her closer, if such a thing were possible in the relentless press.
“Think of it,” Aldith mused, her voice taking on a dreamy, sadistic quality. “No grand statues. No history books. Just… nutrients. A memory so faint, not even a ghost could cling to it. You’ll be less than a rumor. You’ll be shit.”
The vulgarity, so blunt and final, broke something in Diantha. She wept openly, her body going limp against Cynthia’s. “I don’t want to die like this,” she choked. “Not like this… not forgotten…”
“You won’t be forgotten,” Cynthia whispered, but the words were hollow. We will be. She’s right. We’ll be a mystery. A cautionary tale.
Aldith wasn’t finished. “The fun isn’t over, though! The show must go on, as they say in your business, Diantha. We’ve already lined up the next acts. A little birdie told me the Unovan airhead, Skyla, is taking a scenic flight over a particularly remote stretch of coast tomorrow. And our intelligence suggests a certain fiery-haired Kanto gym leader, Misty, is on a solo training retreat near a very isolated lake. They’ll be joining you soon enough. Well, not you specifically. You’ll be part of Sevvy by then. But they’ll follow the same path.”
Skyla. Misty. The names were fresh knives in Cynthia’s soul. They’re hunting everyone. Every strong, independent woman trainer. The scale of the plan was terrifying. This wasn’t just about her; it was a systematic culling.
