Pokemon: Master of tactics

It didn't take long before most of the elite-level trainers of Mauville City had gathered in the assembly room.

Despite the city's size and importance, not a single Champion-level trainer (three Pokémon at level 60+) was present, which subtly lowered the overall confidence in the room, even if no one voiced it aloud.

Alex took a seat near the center alongside Wattson, the mayor, and six other late-level elite trainers, immediately placing him among the strongest available defenders.

Wattson, who clearly held the highest authority here, didn't waste any time waiting for perfect attendance. His expression remained serious as he began, "Alright, we'll start now. A large number of sub-elite Pokémon are approaching from the north, and alongside them, a considerable number of elite-level Pokémon have already crossed the barrier. Some of those are even mid- and late-level elite."

His gaze swept across the room before he continued, his tone firm and decisive. "Whether this was triggered by a powerful wild Pokémon or an organized group, our priorities are clear. We must hold back the incoming waves and, at the same time, send a capable team north to identify the source of the raid."

After a brief pause, he added, "My proposal is simple. The mid- and low-level elite trainers will remain here to defend the city. The seven of us at the late elite level will head north and deal with the root of the problem directly."

The room fell quiet for a moment, but Alex didn't hesitate.

Leaning back slightly, he spoke in a calm, almost indifferent tone. "That's an unnecessarily risky plan. Whatever caused this is, at minimum, is power is comparable to a low Champion-level Pokémon. There's also a real possibility it's much stronger than that."

A few trainers shifted in their seats, clearly not pleased with his bluntness, but Alex continued without concern. "If that's the case, sending the seven of us out won't make much of a difference. It just spreads our strength thinner."