In the depths of the horizon, a blinding column of white light streaked across the sky like a comet, moving at a speed that made the eye refuse to follow it. In the instant it passed over the sea, the water surface seemed to freeze under the pressure of its wake. The air around it warped with heat, and the distant coastline shimmered and distorted in visible waves.
Galar Region. The royal palace.
The King stood on the observation platform, a satisfied smile on his face. His army was on the verge of taking Kalos. This was the first step in the Galar Royal Family's domination of the entire world.
"Your Majesty, congratulations." A courtier bowed deeply. "Your greatness will be spoken of for thousands of years."
The King smiled. Around him, members of the royal family exchanged pleased looks, already beginning to celebrate.
The cheers died before they fully formed.
The sky turned white.
From thousands of miles away, a beam of light wider than anything the King had ever seen came down on them vertically, without warning, without sound, filling the entire sky above the royal city in a single instant.
The King tilted his head back. His smile was still on his face. Then it froze there.
There was no time for anything else.
Only a single moment of absolute silence, and then the earth beneath the royal city began to shake as though something immeasurably large had woken in its foundations. Rubble exploded outward in every direction. The sky blazed milky white. A wave of energy expanded at the speed of light across the entire city.
People in the streets were vaporized before they could take a step. Granite buildings dissolved on contact with the light, flowing away as rivers of molten stone. The great golden statue atop the palace tower, the symbol of the Galar Royal Family's glory, was gone before it could make a sound. Reduced to nothing.
This was the Ultimate Weapon at full release.
The energy it had gathered from Legendary Pokémon, from the life force of everything around it, now unleashed itself entirely in a single direction. Across the ocean, across every mountain and sea between here and there, a civilization's grief given catastrophic form arrived at its destination.
The Corviknight air corps, still retreating outside the Galar capital, never made it. The aftershock of the impact caught them before they cleared the city's edge. Thousands of black feathers ignited simultaneously, a burning rain that fell through the vaporized air as the Galar Kingdom's proudest weapon was erased in a single breath.
Inside the palace throne room, the Galar general who had been imagining his own victory sat slumped beneath the throne. He watched the white light consume his army.
Watched it swallow the royal city. Watched the distant sea itself vaporize into a towering cloud of white mist. The earth shook and space bent, and the beam detonated deep within Galar's interior with a concussion that overturned mountain ranges and swept the coastline clean. The shockwave expanded outward in all directions.
The royal family turned and ran.
The light arrived before any of them had taken three steps.
For three full days afterward, a pall of dust and ash hung over the Galar Region, blotting out the sun and moon entirely.
Above Lumiose City, Lucien held Kyurem still in the air and looked down at the city below.
The battle was over. The Galar assault had collapsed entirely at some point during the chaos, the surviving soldiers fleeing in every direction. What remained in the streets was the aftermath: cracked earth where the Ultimate Weapon's absorption had been strongest, vegetation blackened and withered, the smell of smoke and ash thick in the air. The damage was real and it was serious.
But Kyurem, Xerneas, and Yveltal had contained it in time. The worst of the weapon's force had been confined to the area around the palace, rather than spreading outward across the whole city as the original historical record had described. The people and Pokémon who had been evacuated were alive. Those who hadn't made it out in time had survived as well, by margins that should not have been possible.
Lucien let out a long, slow breath.
Outside the city walls, tens of thousands of Kalos soldiers and hundreds of thousands of civilians stood in silence, looking back at the ruined capital with hollow, uncomprehending expressions.
They should not have survived tonight. By any reasonable calculation, they should not have survived.
They were alive.
On the roof of the ruined palace, AZ stood motionless among the rubble, his clothes torn, blood on his hands. He watched the last trace of the white beam fade into the distance, and the madness that had been in his eyes burned out, leaving behind something emptier and quieter than grief.
Beside him, Floette floated in the air, newly alive, emitting a soft, warm light that moved gently across the wounds on his body.
AZ reached out and touched her. His hand shook.
"You're here," he whispered. His voice was barely audible, rough and worn through. "Floette. You're alive."
Floette's light pulsed softly. But her eyes, as they looked at him, carried something complicated in them. She turned her gaze outward, across the ruined city, across everything the night had cost.
Lucien watched from above and said nothing.
He felt the weight of it clearly. AZ had not known that another path was still available. When the Galar assault had broken the gates and the fires had reached the palace walls, he had done what a desperate and grieving man with ultimate power at his fingertips does.
Lucien had not anticipated how quickly the army would move, had not gotten to AZ in time to hold him back.
But the damage had been contained. That was what mattered now.
On either side of Kyurem, Xerneas and Yveltal stood in silence. The God of Life and the God of Death, their presences as different as light and shadow, looked out over the landscape that was already beginning, slowly, to breathe again. Then they turned. They looked at Kyurem, and at the human beside it, for a long moment.
Without a word, both of them gave a small, unhurried nod.
Then they turned and left, fading back into the darkness of Kalos.
Three days later, Lumiose City was already rebuilding.
The houses were in ruins, but the people were alive, and life moved forward regardless. The dead were buried. Fires were cleared. Hands that had been shaking the night before were now carrying timber and stone.
"Report! The remaining Galar forces have completely withdrawn from the Kalos Region!"
A guard came in at a run, face bright with relief. "Word is that something catastrophic struck the Galar Region itself. It must have been the weapon that hit them."
The reaction in the hall was immediate.
"Good! Those invaders deserve everything they got!"
"After what they did to our people!"
"Let them feel what we felt!"
The ministers of Kalos voiced their feelings without restraint, the months of accumulated grief and fury finding an outlet at last.
As an outsider, Lucien had not participated in the battle directly. He had only done what he could to limit the damage.
And yet, sitting in the aftermath of it, he found himself thinking: if he had been in AZ's position, his country invaded, his people dying under enemy swords, his most beloved companion gone, what would he have done? He was not certain he would have chosen differently.
On the throne, AZ sat with his eyes closed, his face carrying the particular exhaustion of someone who had spent everything they had and then spent more. When he eventually learned from his ministers the full account of what Lucien had done during the battle, something shifted in his expression.
He had come very close to destroying everything. Without the intervention from Unova, the Ultimate Weapon's absorption wave would have consumed the life of every living thing within its reach. He had nearly done to his own people what Galar had done.
He had no right to remain on the throne.
AZ rose slowly. His footsteps on the stone floor were heavy, each one deliberate, carrying the weight of what he had nearly caused. He did not look at the agitated ministers around him, nor at the soldiers still celebrating in the corridor outside. He walked directly to Lucien and knelt on one knee.
It was not a gesture of ceremony. It was something older and more personal than that. A fallen king acknowledging the man who had stood between his grief and its consequences.
"Your Majesty Lucien."
AZ's voice was low and stripped of everything except what was left when everything else had been burned away.
"Kalos owes you a debt that cannot be properly repaid. And I, AZ, owe you the world itself."
Lucien was quiet for a moment. Then he reached down and helped him to his feet.
"This is your country. I only did what the situation required."
As the words settled, a soft light entered through the open palace window. Floette drifted down and came to rest in AZ's open palm, her petals trembling with a gentle, steady warmth, as though comforting him without words.
AZ looked at her, the companion he had lost and then found again through methods he could not be proud of, and his eyes filled with tears.
He had nearly lost his kingdom, his capital, and countless of his people. In the end, he had found the one thing he had been trying to protect all along.
He raised his head.
"I am not fit to be king."
His voice was quiet but entirely resolved.
"From today, I abdicate the Kalos throne. For the rest of my life, I will walk this broken land and use the power of the Eternal Flower to heal what the war has left behind."
The ministers reacted immediately, voices overlapping in protest.
AZ raised one hand and they stopped.
"There is nothing more to discuss. This is the only repayment I am capable of making."
He turned to the window. Outside, the people of Lumiose City were already at work, clearing debris, carrying stone, beginning again.
The smoke had cleared enough for sunlight to reach the cracked earth. Everywhere there was ruin, and everywhere within that ruin, life was finding its way back to the surface.
Lucien watched the scene and felt something stir in his chest. He thought, briefly, of Lucien City. The lit streets at night, the Pokémon moving through the market crowds, the sound of people going about ordinary lives. The people of Kalos, given time and the right foundations, could have that too.
"I have a suggestion," he said. "Something I can help with, to the best of my ability."
Everyone in the hall turned to look at him.
"Rest first. Recover your strength. But when you are ready to rebuild, consider a different approach."
He paused, then continued.
"In Unova, not long ago, the common people lived the way Kalos lives now. Ravaged by conflict, not enough to eat or wear, people dying every winter from cold and hunger. That was the reality for years."
"But that path was wrong, and we looked for a different one. Now, every commoner in the Unova Kingdom eats well and stays warm. Even in the coldest months, no one starves. Everyone has food, a home, farmland, and clothes on their back."
The room went still. Then the exclamations broke out.
"That is impossible."
"No king could feed an entire nation's population. Even a god couldn't manage it."
This was not simple skepticism. With the productive capacity of serfs and the inefficiency of manor-based agriculture, what Lucien was describing genuinely could not be done by conventional means. Everyone in the room understood that.
Lucien smiled.
"We learned to work alongside Pokémon."
He let that sit for a moment before continuing.
"In Unova, we call the magical beasts Pokémon, and every person can form a partnership with one. Pokémon that produce fire help with cooking and forging.
Pokémon that control water assist with irrigation and daily work. And beyond that, there are Pokémon suited to farming, to construction, to mining, to transportation.
Everything I described, the food, the warmth, the stability, came from building a world where people and Pokémon work together as partners rather than as owner and tool."
His voice faded. The hall was completely silent.
Then an elderly minister with a white beard looked at him as though he were seeing something that should not exist.
The old minister let out a sharp breath. "Working alongside magical beasts? That is not possible. Wild Pokémon are ferocious. They attack any human on sight."
"With the right approach, nothing is impossible," Lucien said. "Consider the Galar Kingdom's Corviknight corps. Was that not also borrowing the power of Pokémon?"
He let that land, then let his gaze move to Floette, still resting quietly in AZ's palm.
"And Floette is also a Pokémon. Yet she gave her life to protect AZ."
The hall went completely silent. Even the air seemed to hold itself still for a moment.
Floette trembled gently in AZ's palm, her petals glowing with a soft, steady light. The people around the room stared at her, and the realization moved through them one by one: the most precious guardian in their king's life, the being whose loss had nearly destroyed a nation, was one of the creatures they had spent their entire lives calling wild beasts.
Lucien looked around the room. When he spoke again, his voice was quiet, but it carried.
"Pokémon are not wild beasts. They are not weapons. They are, like us, part of this world. They exist alongside humanity as equals, not beneath it."
He raised his hand, and the Poké Balls at his side opened one after another. Dragonite, Volcarona, and Serperior materialized beside him without drama, without threat, and simply stood there. Three powerful Pokémon, perfectly still, watching the room with calm and intelligent eyes.
"They are gentle, loyal, and capable of far more than fighting. Unova's prosperity did not come from divine favor. It came from choosing to work together."
The ministers exchanged glances, their shock gradually giving way to something deeper and less certain than simple disbelief.
For generations, humanity's understanding of Pokémon had been fixed around two ideas: threat and combat potential. People had positioned themselves as the dominant force of the world, and some had used that belief to enslave and crush Pokémon without hesitation.
What was standing in front of them now did not fit that understanding at all.
AZ looked at the three Pokémon behind Lucien, his gaze complex and still. He thought of Floette, the day she had given everything to protect him and the people of Kalos.
He had understood something in that moment that he had never quite been able to put into words: that some Pokémon understood loyalty and sacrifice more deeply than most humans ever would.
"Unova actually achieved this?" an elderly official asked, his voice unsteady. "Truly?"
"Several years of results confirm it," Lucien said. "When humans and Pokémon live as partners rather than as master and servant, the land becomes more productive and peace lasts longer. That is not idealism. That is simply what happened in Unova."
He looked at AZ directly.
"Kalos has been devastated. The road to rebuilding will be long. But if you can use this moment to break free from the old way of thinking, you have the chance to build something genuinely new. As an ally, I am willing to represent Unova in helping you find that path."
A senior official glanced between AZ and Lucien, a careful expression on his face. "May I ask what Unova gains from helping Kalos in this way?"
Lucien smiled slightly.
"I want to build a world where humans and Pokémon live and travel together as one. That is my goal, and it is something I once promised Kyurem. Kalos recovering well serves that goal. It is as simple as that."
The room was quiet for a long moment.
AZ lowered his head and looked at Floette in his palm. The Eternal Flower pressed softly against his fingertips, as though giving him a small, wordless answer.
He raised his head. His eyes were tired, but the resolution in them was clear and unmovable.
"Kalos will try." His voice was rough and steady at the same time. "In the name of the last monarch of Kalos, I present this as a formal diplomatic commitment to the Unova Kingdom. From this day forward, Kalos stands as an ally of Unova. We will explore together a future where humans and Pokémon coexist."
The room erupted in astonished murmurs.
"On behalf of the Unova Kingdom, I welcome Kalos." Lucien extended his hand, his expression warm and certain. "May we move forward together, and may this land find its way back to peace and prosperity."
AZ looked at the outstretched hand. The exhaustion in his eyes receded, and in its place, something that had been absent for a very long time quietly returned.
Hope.
He reached out and took it.
Their hands met, and in the ruins of Lumiose City, something that felt like a new beginning settled over the hall without announcement.
In a corner of the room, unnoticed by anyone else, a small Zygarde cell watched the two figures with their hands clasped together.
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