At the very center of the storm stood Logan and Mewtwo.
A colossal tornado pierced the heavens and the earth, connecting sky and land in a single spiraling column.
But this was no ordinary wind.
This was a hurricane born of Mewtwo's Psycho Cut–fueled psychic force, a storm composed entirely of condensed telekinetic power. It was a technique only Mewtwo could create—a seamless fusion of offense and defense, forged by overwhelming psychic strength and an unyielding will to battle.
And clearly—
Lance had studied Mewtwo well.
Facing this all-in-one psychic maelstrom, he already had a counter prepared.
"Twin Dragon Constriction!"
His two Dragonair linked head to tail, tail to head—forming a spiraling ring like an ouroboros symbolizing eternal cycle.
Though the tornado's tearing force was immense, Lance ordered them to rotate along its flow, riding the internal currents rather than resisting them.
By synchronizing with the vortex's direction, the two Dragonair created a living corridor through the storm.
And through that corridor—
Lance, riding Zekrom, burst into the eye of the tornado, charging straight toward Logan and Mewtwo.
"Impressive… using Dragonair like that to dismantle Mewtwo's psychic storm."
Logan murmured softly.
Technically, breaking Mewtwo's tornado wasn't difficult if one struck during its brief formation window. But once the vortex fully stabilized, it became a near-perfect defensive structure.
Yet Lance, through precise Dragonair manipulation, had cracked it open.
"Still… if you think that alone is enough to defeat Mewtwo—"
"That's pure fantasy."
"Dragonair. Vaporeon. Blizzard!"
On Logan's shoulder, Eevee had evolved—its sleek body now that of Vaporeon.
Together with Dragonair, it inhaled deeply—
Then unleashed a violent Blizzard.
"Blizzard? Inside the eye of a tornado?!"
Lance was genuinely startled.
The confined interior of the vortex left almost no room for escape. Using a large-scale move like Blizzard here bordered on mutual destruction.
But Lance did not believe Logan would resort to suicide tactics.
So he waited.
Watching.
Calculating.
"Stopping your advance won't save you… This was prepared specifically for your Dragonair."
Ice counters Dragon.
That was fundamental knowledge.
Lance's Dragon Tamer affinity gave him deep rapport with Dragon-types—but it did not eliminate their weaknesses.
Dragon versus Dragon.
Ice versus Dragon.
Logan had planned for this before even arriving on Cerise Island.
Earlier, Lance had deployed pseudo-dragons—Aerodactyl, Charizard—denying Logan the opportunity.
Now that true Dragonair had entered the field—
The trap was sprung.
Unlike Lance's arrogance, Logan had prepared meticulously.
Blizzard exploded within the narrow vortex space, becoming a dense fog of frost.
Then—
Before Lance's eyes—
The freezing energy merged into Mewtwo's rotating psychic tornado.
The rising current carried the ice upward, transforming the entire vortex into a spiraling column of frozen wind.
The two Dragonair—still linked in their serpentine ring—were caught within.
The Blizzard energy funneled directly into their bodies.
Frost spread visibly.
In seconds—
They became a spiraled ice sculpture.
A frozen dragon ouroboros suspended midair.
With the trap sprung, Mewtwo dismissed the tornado.
Logan and Mewtwo both smiled.
The vortex had never been the true attack.
It was bait.
And Lance had taken it.
"If I hadn't broken your Psycho Cut tornado, you would have used it offensively. Since I did… you turned it into a trap."
"Impressive."
Lance's face darkened as he stared at the frozen Dragonair.
He had never imagined the battle would turn out this way.
By all metrics—numbers, overall strength, elite Pokémon—
He should have held advantage.
He should have been pressing Logan.
Instead—
He was constantly reacting.
Constantly calculating.
Constantly behind.
Mega Garchomp's transformation had been outside his expectations.
But this coordinated strike between Mewtwo, Dragonair, and Vaporeon?
He should not have fallen for that.
He believed he understood Mewtwo's style.
Instead—
Logan had read him entirely.
Boom—
The frozen Dragonair crashed to the ground, carving a massive crater.
Logan was not an Ice specialist.
The sculpture cracked from impact, frost fracturing and revealing the dragons within.
But even so—
A full Blizzard hit under perfect type disadvantage—
Was devastating.
Outside such controlled conditions, landing a full Blizzard on two Dragonair would be nearly impossible.
Mewtwo's confined vortex had made the impossible possible.
"Your arrogance betrayed you."
"I'm not saying arrogance is wrong. But you aimed it at the wrong opponent."
"You stood before me with that same attitude."
"That is why you are losing, Lance."
Logan and Mewtwo rose slowly higher.
He stepped onto his Dragonair's head.
Vaporeon stood lightly upon drifting cloud currents.
Pointing toward Lance, Logan declared:
"This ends here."
"You think I've already lost?"
Lance's face turned grim.
From birth until now—
He had never experienced a battle so consistently uphill.
He excelled in momentum.
But in adversity—
He faltered.
Made miscalculations.
Logan was different.
His early career was defined by victories against stronger foes.
Only after becoming Champion did he dominate through sheer power.
Wind or headwind—
He fought correctly.
"Zekrom isn't easy to defeat," Logan said calmly.
"But relying on Zekrom alone to beat me?"
"That's wishful thinking."
Still—
Logan hid his concern.
The Dragon of Ideals would not fall easily.
Defeating it would take time.
And time meant risk.
Unexpected variables.
As both men weighed their doubts—
A third voice echoed across the battlefield.
"What a magnificent fight."
"Even witnessing only the finale—I must applaud you both."
A man in a suit stepped forward from the scorched earth—
Clapping slowly.
The storm still rages.
Zekrom still stands.
But now—
A new presence steps onto the board.
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