The Special Flygon cut through the sky at high speed, his sharp eyes scanning the battlefield below.
He ignored the countless weak humans and their Pokémon. They were irrelevant.
What he was looking for were the strong ones, humans who possessed at least late-elite level Pokémon. Only those had even the slightest chance of being useful to him.
His gaze moved quickly across the "battlefield", observing the coordination of trainers, and the strength of their Pokémon. He didn't know whether these humans could actually help him, but he was certain of one thing.
If he gathered enough of them, there would be at least one or two who could.
That belief alone was enough.
Without hesitation, he began to descend, his presence no longer concealed. A powerful pressure spread through the air as he approached, instantly drawing attention from both humans and Pokémon alike.
He quickly spotted a familiar figure an older, heavyset human (Wattson), surrounded by several powerful Pokémon.
Around him stood a group of other trainers, each commanding Pokémon of similar strength. Their formation was tight. These weren't weak humans.
For most wild Pokémon, a group like this would be overwhelming.
For him, they were merely… noticeable but nothing more.
His gaze swept over their Pokémon, measuring them in an instant. Late-elite level, some close to the level 60 but still far from enough to threaten him.
Below, Wattson looked up, his usual relaxed demeanor gone. His eyes widened slightly as he took in the massive figure descending toward them.
he muttered. "What kind of monster is that? Is that a Flygon? Why is it so big? It has to be at least six meters tall…"
One of the late-elite trainers beside him shook his head, his expression tense. "No… that's not a normal Flygon. Look at its horns, its claws, its tail… And that aura—this thing is at least level 68 or 69. It's almost at late Champion level. That's not a Pokémon… that's a monster."
The peculiar Flygon heard every word.
He understood them perfectly, but he also knew they wouldn't understand him, not without help. Humans needed Psychic-type Pokémon for something as simple as communication.
Annoying, but not a real problem. He had already decided what to do.
He would crush their resistance, take the humans alive, and bring them back to his territory. A Claydol could handle the rest.
That decided, he moved. The battle didn't last long.
The moment he engaged, the difference in power became obvious. Their attacks landed, but barely damaged him. In return, every strike he delivered carried overwhelming force.
One by one, their Pokémon fell.
He made no effort to kill them. Knocking them unconscious was better if he need later their help.
Within moments, the battlefield had gone silent.
Only one trainer managed to escape, vanishing in a flash of light with Teleport before he could be stopped.
The rest weren't so lucky.
They stood frozen, surrounded by their defeated Pokémon, as the massive Flygon loomed over them.
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POV: Drake
Drake was in the middle of training when his communicator suddenly rang. He glanced at it briefly before answering.
A serious voice came through immediately. "A city is under attack. Red-level Pokémon raid. Mauville City. We need immediate support."
There was no panic in the report, but the urgency was unmistakable.
"They're requesting nearby Champion-level trainers. You're the closest with the required strength. Can you respond?"
Drake listened without interrupting, his expression calm and composed as always. Then he nodded slightly, even though the other side couldn't see it. "Understood. I'm on my way."
He ended the call without another word. Within seconds, he was already moving.
His Salamence let out a low growl as Drake mounted its back, its powerful wings spreading wide before it launched into the sky. The force of its takeoff kicked up a strong gust of wind, scattering dust and loose debris behind them.
They didn't waste any time.
Salamence flew at high speed, cutting through the air as Mauville City came into view in the distance. Smoke, flashes of attacks, and the chaotic movement of countless Pokémon could be seen.
Drake's eyes narrowed slightly as he saw something in the battlefield. His gaze shifted immediately, locking onto a single point.
There, above the city, hovered a massive figure.
A Flygon, but not one he had ever seen before.
Drake's eyes narrowed slightly as he studied it more closely. He wasn't unfamiliar with this species; on the contrary, he had trained many Flygon(s) himself and had extensive experience with them. He knew their typical size, their movements, even the subtle ways they carried themselves in battle.
Because of this experience, he was able to immediately identify it as a male Flygon.
But this male Flygon was completely weird.
He was far larger than any Flygon should be, its body shaped in a way that prioritized raw combat rather than the usual balance of speed and agility. The horns, the claws, the altered tail—none of it fit what he knew about the species.
More importantly, his presence felt wrong.
This wasn't just a strong Flygon. he was something that had gone beyond what a normal Pokémon of its kind should be.
Drake remained calm, but his focus sharpened as he continued to observe it.
This Flygon suddenly looked in his direction. Below him are several elite-level trainers stood helplessly, their Pokémon already defeated.
Drake's expression didn't change, but his focus sharpened. He muttered quietly. "He appears to be mutated and looks a little ...sick."
Salamence let out a low, aggressive roar beneath him, clearly recognizing the threat.
Drake placed a hand on its neck, steadying it. He said. "Stay calm, this isn't something we can rush blindly. This is the strongest Flygon I have ever seen."
Even so, his eyes never left the mutated Flygon. He had already made his decision.
His Salamence was only level 67, and Drake couldn't accurately judge how much stronger this mutation made the opposing Flygon in an actual fight.
Even if this Flygon was only around level 69, the abnormal physique and these powerful-looking mutations suggested that he might far exceed what his level implied.
Drake had seen enough unusual Pokémon in his life to know that raw numbers didn't always tell the full story.
With a smooth motion, he grabbed a Poké Ball from his belt and released the rest of his main team, one after the other.
An Altaria appeared first, its cloud-like wings spreading as it took to the air. Then his own Flygon emerged, followed closely by a second Salamence, slightly smaller but no much less imposing then his Ace.
All of them were around level 64 to 65.
They quickly positioned themselves around him, instinctively forming a loose aerial formation without needing detailed commands. Years of training together showed in the way they moved, each one already aware of its role.
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