The mist of Route 210 parted like a frayed curtain as Emmydook marched toward the heart of Cynthia’s heritage. Inside the beast’s gut, the Champion was no longer a symbol of power; she was a frantic, dissolving prisoner.
The Mockery of the Fallen
"Do you feel that rhythm, Champion?" Emmydook’s voice boomed, echoing through the cavernous, wet walls of his stomach. "That’s the sound of the Sinnoh you failed. Every step I take is a grave marker for a town you’ll never see again—at least, not while you still have eyes to see with."
Cynthia’s fists were raw, her knuckles bleeding as she hammered against the thick, pulsing muscle. "You monster!" she shrieked, her voice raspy from the rising fumes. "My grandmother... the people of Celestic... they’ll stop you! They know the legends!"
Emmydook let out a low, vibrating growl that sent a fresh wave of acid splashing over Cynthia’s waist. "The legends? I am the legend now. Your grandmother is an old woman clutching a dusty book. She’s going to watch me crest that hill, and she’s going to pray to Arceus for a Champion who isn't currently being broken down into base proteins in my belly."
The Realization of Ruin
As the monster crested the ridge overlooking Celestic Town, the shifting of his massive weight forced Cynthia deeper into the digestive pit. The heat was becoming an absolute, crushing reality.