Act 2: Chapter 32
Eyes of red, piercing as can be.
Mantle of gold, majestic as can be.
A fanged mouth speaking, damning as can be.
In a void of neither light nor dark.
The great maw of teeth opens once more, inhuman lips forming words meant for he alone.
It says unto him –
Lee’s eyes shoot open before he hears a single word, as always. His heart is racing as he stares up at the plain ceiling of his temporary room in the Draconid hut. ‘Fuck. It always cuts off before I can hear what it has to say.’
He doesn’t sit up quite yet, content to let his pulse settle under the blanket of golden tails courtesy of Ninetales, who is still asleep next to him. Instead, he takes time to gather his thoughts and form a plan for the day.
For nearly six weeks he, Brendan, and Zinnia have been down here, training their pokemon day in and day out. Each one of their pokemon have grown leaps and bounds, aided by the seething Dragon TE permeating the air within the cavern. Lee has to admit that he was skeptical at first, but the results thus far speak for themselves. Nine has to have broken into the realms of the Elite by now, with Corvi and Grovyle only a few steps behind.