Riding Reshiram, Lorze faced off against Damon, who was mounted on Zekrom, high above the skies of Eindoak Town.
In the crowds below, Janta and Carlita were gripped with worry for their son and brother.
They watched anxiously as the massive battle above reached its tipping point.
At this moment, Carlita had no energy to complain about her brother hiding things again.
Setting aside the shock of Zekrom and the "Hero of Ideals," the hot-blooded girl wanted to fly her Hydreigon up to help.
However, she was held back firmly by her mother, Janta.
"Mom, what are you doing!? I... I have to help my brother!"
"Sililly child, a battle between the Dragon of Truth and the Dragon of Ideals is not something ordinary people can interfere with."
"The mere aftershocks could destroy everything around us. Are you going there just to die!?"
"But... but Brother... what about him? He'll die too!"
Carlita was so frantic she was nearly in tears, while Janta could only shake her head helplessly.
All they could do now was pray for their children.
They prayed they would survive this catastrophe, even if it meant Janta had to trade her own old life for theirs.
Frail lives were simply that powerless in the face of the might of gods...
Even high in the sky, where the cries of the people below were faint, the chaotic scene on the ground was clear.
Damon's heart was twisted with guilt, and Lorze didn't feel great about it either.
But what choice was there? Since Damon refused to back down, this fight was unavoidable.
The alternative was to let him activate the Sword of the Vale and risk destroying the world.
By then, it would be far too late for regrets.
Although a clash between the Black and White dragons was inevitable, it didn't mean they had to repeat history perfectly.
Before the fight began, Lorze whispered some secrets to Reshiram.
"Big Sister? Let's handle the battle like this..."
Lorze explained the situation to Reshiram.
The goal of this fight was to force Damon to rein himself in at the edge of the cliff.
She and Zekrom didn't need to clash in a suicidal head-on collision.
They only needed to establish dominance and prove who was right and who was wrong.
It was to be a battle of precision, ending at the right moment.
Lorze spoke earnestly, emphasizing again and again that they shouldn't trigger a disaster like the one a thousand years ago.
Unova couldn't survive a second cataclysm, and he truly didn't want to see any more sacrifices.
"Oh~ I understand. I'll inform that fellow Zekrom beforehand. I can communicate with him via telepathy."
Reshiram nodded, agreeing with Lorze's plan.
In their previous wars, they had both used their full strength, which had nearly ended Unova.
With that lesson learned, neither dragon wanted to see such destruction again.
They were the guardians of Unova, not its destroyers!
Furthermore... she deeply admired Lorze's steadiness and maturity.
She doted on Lorze, treating him almost like her little boyfriend.
Lorze, in turn, thoroughly enjoyed his intimate relationship with Reshiram—being both comrades-in-arms and fuck-buddies.
Of the people present, only Damon was kept in the dark.
The two dragons and Lorze had already mastered the "acting" required for this fight.
"Mr. Damon, since this is a battle between the Heroes of Black and White, allow my Pokémon to join as well. They are my comrades."
"Hmph... as you wish. I only need Zekrom to crush you all!"
Damon arrogantly believed this was a battle of gods, and ordinary Pokémon had no place in it.
He wasn't entirely wrong, but Lorze's side included the Legendary Suicune and three Mythical lolis with power approaching divinity...
That said, Lorze only kept Victini in his arms. The V-girl was his secret weapon.
Once everything was ready, the two riders took their stances and acted!
"Go, Zekrom!" "Roar!"
"Big Sister, let's go!" "Vrrr—"
Under their commands, Zekrom, wreathed in lightning, and Reshiram, burning with flames, charged toward each other.
They didn't collide directly, but the weaving of fire and lightning created a massive explosion in mid-air!
"Boom!"
The sound of the explosion was even more violent than the thunder.
Some townspeople cheered at the spectacle, while others were paralyzed with terror...
Fire and lightning continued to entwine.
The soaring figures of the two giant dragons were incredibly graceful.
They displayed an agility that defied their massive sizes, perfectly illustrating what the overlords of the sky should look like.
Lorze had donned his classic cloak again at some point.
Good clothes shouldn't just be a one-off; Lorze had complained to the Old Man (Arceus) that his missions were high-difficulty and easily ruined clothes.
So, he had several identical cloaks stored away, much like Lance having a closet full of the same outfit.
Reshiram flew at incredible speeds.
The high-altitude winds were fierce, making Lorze's cloak snap and flutter loudly.
It was just like when he rode Rayquaza: the feeling of piloting a mecha—specifically, a sexy female mecha... it felt amazing!
The great war between the Black and White dragons really couldn't be avoided.
Lorze and Reshiram faced off against Damon and Zekrom.
They clashed right before the eyes of the residents above Eindoak Town.
For a moment, fire and electricity wove a giant web across the sky, both gorgeous and lethal.
Lorze and Damon were essentially dancing on the edge of a blade.
After only a few rounds of engagement, Damon noticed something was wrong.
He was actually falling into a disadvantage? Since... when did this start!?
Reflecting on the battle, Damon realized that Lorze and Reshiram seemed a step ahead of him and Zekrom in every move.
They were forced into passive defense, being suppressed from start to finish.
At the same time, he found it bizarre.
He had spent far more time with Zekrom than Lorze had with Reshiram.
So why did it feel like their chemistry, strength, and bond far surpassed his own with Zekrom?
It was natural. After all, Lorze and Reshiram had already achieved a carnal union that reached the soul.
They were essentially half a pair of lovers. How could Damon and Zekrom possibly compare to that!?
Just look at their movements.
Lorze was holding Victini in his arms while hugging Reshiram's slender neck.
In fact, his cock was already hungrily erect, thrusting against the mother dragon's neck.
Lorze didn't even try to hide his "disrespect."
Instead, he intentionally rubbed the hard bulge in his pants against Reshiram's fur.
Reshiram felt it, of course.
She wasn't angry at Lorze's lack of reverence; rather, she couldn't suppress the smile creeping across her dragon muzzle.
Being able to carry Lorze as she flew made her feel blissful and genuinely happy.
"Vini~~~~"
Occasionally, Victini would raise her paws and scream.
It wasn't out of fear, but excitement from the thrill, acting just like a child.
In this moment, Lorze, Reshiram, and Victini looked like a family.
It was just a father holding his daughter while riding on the back of the tall mother as they flew.
Lorze and Reshiram fought with an incredibly relaxed mindset.
They were perfectly in sync, entrusting themselves to each other without reservation.
They were performing a magnificent aerial waltz, naturally producing a result where 1+1 was greater than 2.
On the other side, Damon's relationship with Zekrom was nowhere near as intimate.
He mostly just stood on Zekrom's back.
While Zekrom's mindset was relatively calm, Damon was incredibly tense.
This made his already mediocre commanding skills even worse...
"Boom! Boom!"
The clashes above never stopped.
Gradually, the residents of Eindoak Town noticed something strange.
The battle between the two dragons was indeed intense, but it didn't seem to reach the level of a world-ending catastrophe described in legends.
Could the history be fake?
Many adventurous young people began to grow bold.
Most of them held a rebellious attitude toward history.
However, those with a deeper understanding of history assumed this was just the testing phase.
They feared that once the two dragons got carried away, they would still destroy the world...
They didn't know that this time, such a scenario was impossible.
Lorze was actually very reliable in critical matters; the battle of the twin dragons was just a show with a lot of noise but little actual damage.
But this show meant a lot to some of the People of the Vale.
Especially those who had gathered here because of Damon's promises.
Their eyes were all fixed on him now.
It was as if the success or failure of the wish to revive the Village of the Vale rested entirely on this one battle.
Unfortunately, Lorze was not going to let them have their way.
The world isn't black and white, and it's impossible to satisfy everyone.
Suppressing Zekrom with Reshiram was great, but he hadn't seen a single one of Reshiram's signature moves yet.
How could he settle for that?
Lorze pressed himself tight against Reshiram's neck.
He leaned close to her beautiful dragon head and requested:
"Big Sister... I want to see your Fusion Flare. Can I?"
"Oh? You even know about that? Well, since my little hero wants to see it, I suppose I can reluctantly show off a bit, hohoho~"
Reshiram opened her mouth happily, sticking out her tongue with a mischievous look.
Sorry about this, Zekrom. My master ordered it, so don't blame me!
The flying Reshiram suddenly ground to a halt.
Damon seized this opportunity, immediately commanding Zekrom to charge—
Little did they know, what awaited them was...
Accompanied by an ethereal dragon cry, Reshiram suddenly spun around.
She greeted the charging Zekrom with a Fusion Flare!
A massive fireball surrounded by two rings of fire erupted from the mother dragon's mouth.
Its heat and brilliance... in this moment, it seemed even the sun could not compete with its radiance!