The world was vast.
Humanity, in all its pride, had explored only a fraction.
And in the wilderness untouched by scanners, borders, or laws… legends walked.
Not metaphors.
Not myths.
True, living gods.
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Deep in a volcanic jungle, 60,000 kilometers from any human outpost
The trees shook.
A mountain trembled—not from eruption, but from something awakening within it.
Molten cracks spiderwebbed the earth as the temperature soared to 1,200°C in under five minutes.
All life fled.
Birds ignited midair. Lakes boiled dry. The jungle burned.
Then came the roar.
Heatran emerged from the crater, eyes blazing, body glowing like a sunken furnace. Its Gold Talent manifested fully: an aura of living magma, unstoppable and expanding.
Everything it stepped on turned into glass.
But Heatran wasn't alone.
A shriek tore across the sky.
From the obsidian clouds descended Ho-oh, trailing silver winds that froze the flames in mid-burn.
A direct clash.
The earth shattered beneath them.
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10,000 kilometers north
A research team watching from satellite footage could only scream.
The sensors failed. Temperatures jumped to impossible levels. Pressure spikes shattered three drones.
Then, the feed went dark.
Professor Alder, ex-Champion of Unova, stared at the screen.
"…Was that Ho-oh?" he whispered.
They never found the, land they fought on again. The jungle regrew within hours.
As if nothing had ever happened.
But the satellites showed something new: the land had shifted 400 meters east.
Like a continent moved by a slap.
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Somewhere across the sea: The Arctic Abyss
At the edge of known territory, where blizzards howl endlessly, the ice split open.
From beneath it rose a serpentine shadow, larger than ten Wailords combined.
Kyurem.
Its very breath froze space around it, shattering dimensional stability in short pulses.
An aura of cold death spread outward, plunging temperatures below absolute zero in a zone 70 kilometers wide.
And yet… something answered.
From beneath the waves came singing.
Manaphy, glowing blue, swam with a pod of what appeared to be newborn Phione, protected in a bubble of impossible warmth.
Kyurem loomed.
Manaphy met it. No fear.
Two Gold Talents collided. Water turned to diamond. Space folded. A ring of aurora lit the midnight sky.
Even the gods had politics.
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Kanto Region: Cerulean Mountain Range
Two figures floated above the clouds.
One was Mewtwo, the synthetic god, born from broken ethics and cloned divinity.
The other? Zapdos, wings humming with electricity, each flap charging the very stratosphere.
No battle. Just tension.
Mewtwo watched. Zapdos stared back.
Then… Zapdos turned and flew away.
Even among Legends, some battles weren't worth the risk.
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Hidden Cavern in Unclaimed Desert
The cavern held a single pulse of red light.
No sounds. No wind. Just heat.
A beast stirred.
Still sealed. Still dreaming.
Its eyes opened for the first time in 400 years.
And though no one could hear it…
…somewhere far away, in a nightmare, a young villain awoke, sweating.
"Soon," the Red Talent whispered across the world.
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Elsewhere… watching
Eight lights blinked in the void. Only eight in a sea of infinite black.
Each one shimmered differently.
Rainbow Talents.
Watching. Waiting.
One stirred. The sky warped.
And then, silence again.