Pokémon League Calendar, Year 139, December 6th.
Location: Grampa Canyon.
This was a massive rift located in the eastern part of the Kanto region, with broken rocks scattered everywhere.
From the towering cliff walls on both sides, small stones occasionally tumbled down.
The cold wind howled through the gorge, echoing with eerie emptiness.
But within a concealed stone forest, the place was bustling with voices.
"Whew, finally we can rest for a bit~"
"Logistics, move those tents over there—the rocks in that area are loose and unsafe."
"Hey, give me a hand with this equipment, it's not easy to carry."
"Dr. White, please come take a look at this—"
"Demolition team, prepare to blast at these calculated points."
A group of more than twenty people were busy at work here.
"Mr. Silas, could we ask your Rhydon for some assistance?" a middle-aged man in climbing gear respectfully addressed a handsome young man.
"Uncle Mochi, you really don't have to be so formal. I've told you many times, just call me Silas."
Jumping down from a massive rock, Silas replied.
"No, no. Proper respect must never be neglected."
Hearing this familiar line from Uncle Mochi, who had refused to change how he addressed him for two days straight, Silas could only accept it with a helpless smile.
Truthfully, this was the first time he had experienced firsthand the status an Advanced level Trainer held within the League.
Even though it was only the third rank among Trainer classifications, Advance Trainers were undoubtedly the backbone of the Pokémon League.
Especially someone like Silas, who possessed Pokémon nearly at Quasi-Elite level strength.
Naturally, his position wasn't low.
It was just that, compared to the kind of people he usually interacted with, the difference between him and a "normal" Advance Level Trainer was vast, so he hadn't noticed until now.
"Uncle Mochi, lead the way." He gave up resisting and motioned for him to guide.
As for Rhydon, he had deliberately brought it back from Pewter Gym for this mission.
To do so, he had to promise his Servine several unequal terms to coax the little princess into agreeing.
Using Togepi would've been an even greater cost and would damage its friendship value, so after weighing the options, he went with exchange of Servine instead.
"Alright, it's mainly the situation at Demolition Point Three. It isn't safe for humans to use the instruments there—very high risk…"
As Rhydon's heavy footsteps thundered, their voices were nearly drowned out.
The archaeologists and logistics staff nearby were already used to the sight.
"Tch. Honestly, what's the point? Ordinary people with no strength, just pretending."
A Trainer in a standard expedition uniform sneered from where he leaned against the cliff wall.
"Don't you agree?" he asked, glancing at the other escorts.
But clearly, no one responded.
His face flushed. "That Rhydon isn't even fully developed. I don't get why he's the one leading us."
Someone nearby chuckled.
"Shinta, are you really that dumb or just pretending?" the man's tone was cutting.
Before Shinta could reply, the man muttered "upstart" under his breath, then said, "First off, female Rhydon are naturally smaller than males, but their strength is in no way weaker.
And you? You don't even have a Pokémon that could take that beast on. Didn't you see the battles along the way here, when his Rhydon fought off wild Pokémon?
And do you really think he's captain because of Rhydon? Judging by his habits and teamwork, that Rhydon is probably only a second-string Pokémon at best.
Why don't you talk about his Pidgeot and Blaziken, which are developed to the point of being terrifying? That's the real story."
Then he added, "Oh, and if you couldn't even tell Rhydon was female, just forget I said anything."
The others burst out laughing at Shinta's expense. Clearly, none of them thought much of him.
Shinta could feel all the Trainers' eyes on him, as if they were saying the same four words: ignorant and incompetent.
He'd seen that look far too many times.
His face darkened from red to purple, but he didn't argue back. He simply turned and went into his tent.
"Tch, these rookie Gym Trainers are so annoying. Honestly, we shouldn't have brought him along," one Trainer muttered.
"If we didn't, the League would cause trouble for us. Whatever—he's still battle power, no matter how useless," another replied.
"Hey, but I am curious—why did the Saffron Gym send him? Isn't he from Pewter?
Didn't I hear from my younger brother that over in Saffron, a guy named Hayato stood out more?" the first man asked.
"I know, I know!" another said excitedly, basking in the sudden attention.
He coughed, motioned them closer, and lowered his voice.
"Word is, this genius from Pewter Gym was personally requested by her."
Everyone gasped.
"You mean the Queen of Psychics herself went in person?" Their eyes blazed with gossip.
"Exactly. My dad even mentioned it—apparently when the League found out, they were stunned. That woman's not known for being easy to get along with. So you tell me…"
The man raised his eyebrows meaningfully.
"Oooh~" everyone murmured with sly grins.
Not far away, Silas recalled Rhydon and walked back slowly. His ears twitched.
Inside, he sighed helplessly. How had this rumor spread so fast? In just a few days, it felt like everyone already knew about his so-called "affair" with Sabrina.
Maybe… he should ask Sabrina about it directly sometime.
This vague, half-defined feeling was unbearable. At the very least, he wanted to know the reason.
From the beginning, he had calmly accepted being "invested in," but his feelings were starting to shift into something strange.
"Alright, everyone, lend a hand instead of standing around.
Santai, take two people and check as well as restock the backup supplies.
Wade, take those with Rock-type Pokémon to help the demolition team confirm locations—and protect them, no accidents.
The rest of you, check your Pokémon's condition. We enter the ruins tomorrow, so don't drop the ball.
As for tonight's watch, stay alert. Even though the area's been cleared, don't let your guard down. Thank you for your hard work."
Silas stood before the squad, issuing his orders.
"Got it, on it!" Santai—the one who had mocked Shinta earlier—responded immediately.
Wade nodded silently and led a few people to their tasks.
The Trainers split off into pairs and groups.
Silas frowned. "Where's Shinta? He's on duty today, isn't he?"
The numbers were small enough that one missing person stood out.
"Here." Shinta emerged from his tent, expressionless. Without another word, he went off to start his task.
Silas paid him no mind. He knew Shinta looked down on him.
But Silas was not the type to play nice.
Otherwise, why do you think Shinta's assignments were always the heaviest?
And if he wanted to refuse, well—his bottom-tier strength wasn't enough to cause problems for the entire squad anyway.
Even if he tried, he'd have to consider whether he could handle the consequences.
His tasks weren't especially important—just tedious.
If your temper is bad, don't expect anyone to indulge you.
"Silas, could you come help us? We're short-handed on translating this set of ancient text~"
From afar, the team's leader, Dr. White, called him over.
"Coming," Silas replied, walking over.
"Ah, sorry about this. Because of time constraints, I have to trouble you," Dr. White apologized with a bow.
Even within the vast field of archaeology, translating ancient texts was notoriously difficult, and this was often the greatest obstacle in ruin exploration.
So much time was often wasted here.
Luckily, Silas had a small talent in this area, so he could contribute quite a bit.
During this expedition, he had frequently been moving between both teams.
That was also why part of the guard team respected him.
Knowledge was always something to admire, no matter the field.
Even if there had been issues with the initial team arrangements, others had kindly helped him correct things.
It was Silas's first time in this role, so some inexperience was expected.
But in just two or three days, he felt he had learned a lot.
"Here, based on ancient grammar, this shouldn't be 'underground'—a better translation would be 'horizon.'
And this looks like it's in Class III Ancient Script. If you translate it as Class I, then the fourth and fifth words change in meaning and order.
Hmm, I think if we simply adjust the word order here…"
Silas threw himself into lively discussion with the archaeologists.
He mainly worked on the final proofreading and confirmation, offering alternative perspectives.
After all, ancient writing came in many varieties, with different regional quirks, making it quite troublesome.
"Rumble—Rumble—"
From outside came the unending sound of blasting, the ground trembling slightly.
"Did the League approve enough explosives this time? Looks like they're using a lot," Silas asked Dr. White in a rare idle moment.
"Mhm, no problem. I reported about fifteen percent more than the projected amount they applied for. So there will only be extra, not less," Dr. White nodded with certainty.
"Dr. White, the explosives weren't enough. Blast Point No. 23 wasn't fully broken through—we'll need Mr. Silas's Rhydon to help out."
As soon as the words fell, someone rushed inside and said this to them.
Dr. White's face immediately turned bright red.
"Alright, I'll be right there." Silas put down the transcription work in his hand and followed the worker outside.
Dr. White kept fanning her face as if to cool herself down.
"Ugh~ how miserable…" she cried out internally.
"Screeeech—"
With a turn of Rhydon's horn, the rock wall before them was soon broken apart.
After finishing the job, the Drill Pokémon let out a few heavy breaths.
Even though it was well-practiced at this kind of work, it was still exhausting.
That was also why Pokémon weren't used exclusively for excavation. Not all Pokémon had the ability, and especially powerful ones needed to save their strength for emergencies. It was impossible to waste their energy on constant digging.
Instead, they were only used as a backup in case of unexpected circumstances.
Time passed, and night gradually draped over the sky.
Around the camp, many bonfires had been lit, and people were enjoying their nighttime festivities.
"Let's thank everyone for the joint effort these past days. Tomorrow, once we finish surveying the ruins, we can finally go home!"
Dr. White raised a wine cup larger than her own face toward the crowd and downed it in one gulp.
The archaeology team had long grown used to timid Dr. White suddenly becoming so bold when drinking, and they all cheered along.
The trainers of the guard team, though seeing this for the second time, still secretly clicked their tongues in surprise. The contrast in her personality was just too great.
Silas remained expressionless as he joined in the revelry with everyone.
In this world, alcohol was brewed from Berries. Unless specially processed, it wasn't very strong.
Plus, with their excellent physical fitness, you could say everyone in the Pokémon world was a natural drinker.
The only question was whether one wanted to drink or not.
And because of the special properties of Berries, there were no harmful effects or side effects on the body.
After eating and drinking their fill—
In a brightly lit tent, Dr. White, Silas, and a few other leaders sat together to discuss matters regarding the ruins.
"This is the ruins of the Pokélantis Empire, one of the most frequently appearing ruins in Kanto. From current information, it seems to have been a ceremonial site.
Inside, there are three chambers—two small ones and a large one. The largest chamber is at the center, and inside are two Bronzong with roughly Elite Four-level strength.
Each of the smaller rooms contains about a dozen Ghost-type Pokémon.
The main thing we're clearing right now is the outer section of the ruins. From the structure and timeline, it's clear this was once a very large indoor building.…"
Dr. White sat at the main seat, speaking passionately.
At just twenty-six years old, she already had twelve years of archaeological experience.
She was a prodigy, especially in the field of archaeology.
Ever since she graduated early at fourteen, she had been working alongside her father, a historian, on excavation work.
Silas's mind wandered.
The Pokélantis Empire once treated Pokémon as supernatural beings to be worshipped.
Bronzong was one of the most common Pokémon venerated at its ruins.
Just like in his previous life, this world's bells and bronze vessels were often seen as symbols of nobility and authority.
What's more, Bronzong was said to have the power to summon rainclouds with its special move, earning it the title of "God of Harvest," and thus receiving deep reverence.
As for the empire's downfall, the reason was much the same as most other ancient civilizations.
Legend has it that in ancient times, the Pokélantis Empire angered Ho-Oh and was destroyed, disappearing from history overnight.
This made sense—Ho-Oh's temper was notoriously short, much like its non-Shiny counterparts.
The key detail was the empire's name. In another sense, Silas realized it was all too familiar—Atlantis.
The same Atlantis from myths in his previous life.
If that's true, then…
"Regarding the security team—can you handle Ghost- and Psychic-type Pokémon, especially Bronzong?" Dr. White's question cut off Silas's thoughts.
He quickly replied as usual:
"With two Quasi-Elite-level Trainers plus a dozen strong ones, we should be fine.
Besides, Bronzong is Steel/Psychic, so it wouldn't cooperate with Ghost-types. It's only because the ancient mechanisms of the Pokélantis Empire restrict their movements that they're not already fighting each other.
So, we're not really facing both at once, which lowers the pressure a lot.
Even if something goes wrong, if Ghost-types and Bronzong mix, they'd likely turn on each other, so it's not a huge issue."
Everyone nodded. Silas's reliability over the past few days had reassured them. If he said it was fine, it should be fine.
"We also have contingency plans. Unless a Ghost-type of Elite-level strength appears, we can handle it." Silas added.
And such a thing was impossible in these ruins.
That wasn't tempting fate—it was fact.
Ghost-types are notoriously picky about their environment. A simple ceremonial ruin like this could never support one at such a level.
Elite-tier Ghost-types would only be found in places like ancient battlefields or mass graveyards where countless Pokémon and humans had perished.
Otherwise, even if the energy was rich enough to produce high-potential Ghost-types, over such long spans of time their power would inevitably decline, not grow.
Unless, of course, they were sealed away in a dormant state—that was a different matter.
The archaeologists smiled knowingly. With their experience, they already had rough estimates of what Ghost-types they might encounter.
Still, extra precautions were always reassuring.
They continued their discussions in the tent for another hour before breaking up.
"All right, then. I wish everyone sweet dreams tonight." Dr. White concluded.
The group dispersed to their own tents.
Early the next morning, a loud rumbling awoke everyone.
Silas calmly stepped out of his tent. He'd already been awake, doing his morning exercises.
"What happened?" he asked, looking at the massive boulder blocking the ruin's entrance.
"Probably fell from up top again. This cursed place has rockfalls almost every day," one man said casually, pointing to the cracked cliffside above.
Dr. White, hair slightly messy, ran over, clearly woken by the noise.
"Any casualties?" she asked anxiously.
Normally, someone was always posted at the entrance to keep watch.
"No. We had already predicted that section of rock might collapse, so we moved the tents yesterday."
Visibly relieved, Dr. White exhaled.
"Have the logistics team's Pokémon move it. The security team can't waste energy on this—we've got battles to prepare for today."
Soon, with orders given, several Machop and Machoke arrived.
Machop, with muscles that never tire, are commonly seen doing manual labor at construction sites.
Their evolved form, Machoke, with their even stronger and tireless bodies, are even more reliable helpers.
Fortunately, Dr. White's team was impressive—Machoke only evolve from Machop at level 28, and they had several.
"Chop!"
"Choke!"
The under-one-meter-tall Machop and the 1.5-meter Machoke shouted as their muscles flexed, moving the massive boulder aside.
Behind it, a passage into the cliff interior was revealed.
"Conditions acceptable. We can proceed."
Dozens of people and instruments bustled at the entrance, preparing carefully.
A sealed ruin could contain many dangers—lack of air was the least of them. The real fear was poison gas.
The ancients were fond of such tricks.
With everything ready, the archaeologists and security team, led by Silas's Gigalith, cautiously entered.
Inside, it was pitch-black.
Soon, the team switched on powerful searchlights, illuminating the ruin.
The walls were covered in murals, overwhelming in detail.
"These depict daily life of the Pokélantis Empire—here's fishing, here's hunting, and that seems to be the ritual process.
Step one: purification bath. Step two: offering gifts. Step three: ritual dance.
And here, Bronzong using its rainmaking power to bring harvest." Dr. White explained fluently.
"Doesn't look much different from the other ruins we've found. Probably won't be much new this time," one archaeologist sighed.
They naturally hoped for something unique—both for the thrill of discovery and for career advancement. The League also rewarded major finds.
This was partly why the security team had to accompany them—to prevent damage during excavation, and so the archaeologists could be the first to witness history.
"Don't be discouraged. There are still plenty of Pokélantis artifacts here. At the very least, we can determine the specific time period of this ruin.
Maybe we can even piece together a development history of Pokélantis. Its migration routes are still a mystery."
The researchers' spirits lifted, and they kept discussing.
The security team's Trainers released their Pokémon, alert.
Ghost-types could appear at any time.
Unlike the Bronzong trapped by the mechanisms, Ghost-types roamed freely.
"Ahhh!" a rough scream broke the air.
The Trainers reacted immediately.
"Houndoom, Odor Sleuth!"
"Mothim/Hitmonlee/Swampert/Noctowl, Foresight!"
"Xatu, Miracle Eye!"
The three known moves that can reveal Ghost-types pulsed through the ruin.
Moments later, the previously invisible Pokémon became visible.
As expected, the most common Ghost-type family in Kanto appeared: a Gengar, with over a dozen Gastly and Haunter under its command.
They blinked in confusion. Why could everyone suddenly see them?
The Trainers didn't hesitate, issuing quick commands.
Though the Ghost-types were strong and long-lived, they lacked real combat experience.
They barely resisted before fainting in bewilderment, captured neatly into Poké Balls.
As captain, Silas guarded Dr. White alongside another Trainer, his expression unchanged.
So far, the only real challenge would be if they activated the two Quasi-Elite-level Bronzong deeper inside.
Up to that point, this was all standard ruin exploration. Nothing too difficult.
"Hm, this one seems different," Dr. White murmured, staring at a mural.
"This looks like Alakazam. The features are obvious. But wasn't this ruin supposed to worship Bronzong? Why Alakazam here?"
A colleague brought a magnifying glass closer.
"These inscriptions say: 'Light and Darkness,' 'Gate to Another World,' 'Transformed into a Sphere' … strange wording."
Dr. White frowned, puzzled.
"'Transformed into a Sphere' … could that mean a Poké Ball?
Could it be that during the Pokélantis era, they already had the technology to craft Poké Balls from Apricorns?"
"Not necessarily. It could refer to other devices. Ancient methods of binding Pokémon weren't uncommon.
The first Apricorn Poké Balls were officially recorded about 700 years ago."
"If the light is Alakazam or Psychic-types in general, then darkness might mean Ghost-types.
And the 'Gate to Another World' could refer to the legendary Distortion World, home to some Ghost-types?"
"No, no. Pokélantis's 'Light and Dark' has always referred to life and death.
I won't dismiss your idea, but I don't find it convincing."
After recovering from the scare, the archaeologists crowded around, debating animatedly.
"Two forces that destroy the world.
The black darkness stains the skies.
Golden eyes disturb the air.
Conflict splits the world in two.
Mankind powerless to resist.
The Gate to Another World opens in the heavens.
Then, a force appears to calm all.
It transforms into a sphere, sinking beneath the horizon."
Without anyone noticing, Dr. White's eyes went blank as she softly recited these words.
Then, she instantly returned to normal, as if nothing had happened, rejoining the discussion.
Silas also didn't notice—he had been pushed aside, his attention fixed on the inscriptions carved into the mural.
"This feels so familiar…" he frowned.
These lines looked like the script from the tale of the Ancient Gengar, Ancient Alakazam, and Ancient Jigglypuff.
But Silas remembered very clearly that such ruins were located in the mountains behind Pallet Town, near Mt. Podoro—far from here.
That meant the two ruins might be connected. He quickly realized the possibility.
"…Could those Pokémon also appear here?" Silas grew uneasy.
But he soon rejected the thought. Based on earlier exploration, this ruin contained no sealed artifacts of that kind.
Besides, those three Pokémon were one-of-a-kind beings—not captured or artificially created—so there was no chance of encountering duplicates.
"Alright, let's record this here. Let's continue moving deeper."
While the archaeologists were still debating, Dr. White interrupted them.
The scholars quieted down quickly and, under the protection of the security team, proceeded deeper into the ruin.
Their path was unimpeded. A few Ghost-type Pokémon occasionally appeared, but they were swiftly caught by the guards' Poké Balls.
Before long, a massive bronze door loomed before them.
Dr. White glanced at Silas, signaling him to proceed as planned.
"Santai, Qingli, Shinta— you three will come inside with me and Dr. White.
Qingli, Shinta—your Pokémon specialize in defense. You'll take the front line with my Rhydon for tanking.
Santai—my Blaziken will coordinate with your Houndoom for offense. Focus fire to quickly eliminate one target.
The rest of you—follow your assigned protection tasks.
Everyone, prioritize caution and safety. Don't take unnecessary risks."
Silas designated the three trainers who, like himself, commanded Pokémon of pseudo-Elite strength.
Thanks to their Steel/Psychic typing, the Bronzong they were about to face had incredible resistances—immune to Poison, resistant to nine different types.
But if you ignored Abilities, Bronzong were also weak to three common types: Ground, Fire, and Dark.
Qingli's ace was a Swampert, and shinta's was a Golem—both strong Ground-types at pseudo-Elite level.
Santai's ace was a Houndoom—a Fire/Dark type—an excellent counter to Bronzong.
The only pity was that Silas's Pidgeot wasn't suited for fighting in ruins like this.
Otherwise, with four pseudo-Elite Pokémon against two, their victory would be certain.
Still, their current lineup was strong. His three Pokémon together could contribute more than a single pseudo-Elite—especially Blaziken, who wouldn't falter against Bronzong at all.
Everyone took their positions.
"Rhydon, open the door."
Silas commanded the Pokémon standing before the gate.
"Rooaar!"
Rhydon roared, pushed its arms forward, and swung the bronze door open.
As it did, the ancient bindings of the Pokélantis Empire were undone, releasing the two Bronzong inside. They were awakening.
The Bronzong's forms were unmistakable: their heavy bronze bodies hung like bells, patterned with carvings, glowing red-ringed eyes set on their fronts, with mouths between the eyes, and a tree etched on their backs.
Rhydon, Swampert, and Golem stood at the front lines.
Behind them, Houndoom and Blaziken stood ready, side by side.
Silas and the other trainers kept behind a wide pillar, shielded by allies like a vigilant Gigalith.
The two Bronzong descended from the altar, one to the left and one to the right.
Neither displayed the purple-blue psychic aura of the Ability Heatproof.
Silas exhaled in relief—thankfully, both had Levitate instead.
That meant Ground-type moves wouldn't work, but Fire attacks—the main offensive focus—wouldn't be hindered.
The four trainers exchanged glances, splitting their targets seamlessly.
"Rhydon, Swampert—drive the left one into a corner! Don't let it out!"
"Golem, Houndoom, Blaziken—use Defense Curl, Flamethrower, Flamethrower!"
The bulky Pokémon lunged at the left Bronzong.
Swampert led the charge—its Water/Ground typing made Steel attacks less effective.
Tough-skinned, it and Rhydon forced Bronzong back toward the corner.
Even as Bronzong resisted with Confusion and Extrasensory, it couldn't withstand the combined strength of two massive Pokémon.
If it weren't for Bronzong's hefty 190 kg body, it would've been shoved back even faster.
Still, Rhydon and Swampert couldn't deal much damage—it would take time to wear Bronzong down.
Psychic powers were highly effective for mitigating damage.
Qingli wisely ordered a stall tactic—not to defeat Bronzong, but simply to hold it.
On the other side, Golem was struggling—its Rock/Ground typing left it doubly weak to Steel.
Bronzong spun rapidly and struck with Gyro Ball.
But the move wasn't as devastating as expected—Golem winced but held firm.
Gyro Ball's power depends on the speed difference between attacker and defender. Bronzong was slow… but so was Golem. Two lumbering heavyweights, really.
With Defense Curl boosting its defenses, Golem shrugged it off.
As Bronzong staggered from spinning, two fiery blasts struck—one a dark red (Houndoom), the other a bright crimson (Blaziken).
Bronzong groaned as its bronze body began to glow with heat, as if melting.
The trainers breathed easier—things were going according to plan.
Bronzong's movepool had limited Steel-type offense: mainly Gyro Ball, Heavy Slam, and Flash Cannon.
The first two weren't effective against a heavier Pokémon like Golem.
Their main concern was if Bronzong targeted Houndoom or Blaziken instead.
But so far, everything was unfolding as intended.
Bronzong cried out, Psychic energy glowing from its body.
Bravely, Golem stood in its way.
"Houndoom, Blaziken—use Will-O-Wisp!" Silas and Santai commanded together.
Two ghostly purple-blue flames floated forward, touching Bronzong's bronze frame.
"Gooong!"
The Bronzong howled, its body writhing as the burn set in.
Not only did the searing pain disrupt its Psychic concentration, but its bronze body glowed red-hot, tiny flames flickering across its frame.
"Golem—use Take Down!" Shinta ordered.
Golem pumped its stubby legs, launching its 300 kg bulk through the air—perfect Pokémon physics.
"BOOM!"
Rock and bronze collided with a deafening crash, echoing even beyond the massive bronze door.
Outside, people glanced toward the noise, curious—but none dared enter, respecting the orders.
"THUD… THUD… THUD…"
Golem's weight slammed Bronzong into the wall, sending both crashing to the floor.
Silas thought he saw the Bronzong's rim dented slightly.
"Blaziken, Houndoom—now! Overheat!"
Before Bronzong could rise with Levitate, two fiery kanji-shaped blasts slammed into it.
Even with its exceptional defenses, the relentless onslaught overwhelmed it. Bronzong collapsed, twitching faintly under the lingering burn.
With their Pokémon recovering from recoil, the group rushed to the other Bronzong.
Together, five Pokémon quickly overpowered it as well.
Silas then used Saffron Gym's specialized Poké Balls to capture both Bronzong.
"Battling Psychic-types is such a hassle," one trainer muttered.
Even with advantages—catching them fresh from sealing, pre-planned tactics, and favorable type matchups—the fight hadn't been easy.
Their front-liners especially suffered, often forced into being psychic-controlled shields, taking heavy damage.
"Dr. White, take a look at the inscriptions on this altar. I can't read them," Santai called out, already scrambling up the steps.
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