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Under Sam's lead, they finally reached the heart of the Dragonspiral Tower.
The air inside was heavy with age.
Moss clung to crumbling stone, and the faint echo of footsteps lingered like whispers of forgotten times.
Sam ran his hand slowly along the tower's ancient wall, his fingers brushing against the weathered surface.
His eyes held a quiet reverence as he spoke.
"The three dragons of legend, Reshiram, Zekrom, and Kyurem," he began, his voice carrying in the vast, hollow chamber.
"A long time ago, this region was founded by two brothers. With the help of the Original Dragon, they built a nation."
His palm paused against the stone, as if feeling the weight of the past.
"But… the brothers' paths divided. The elder sought the truth. The younger, ideals. At first, their differences were small, but the gap grew wider and wider, until finally… war broke out."
Cynthia stood quietly beside him, her golden hair catching what little light filtered through the cracks in the tower.
She listened, her expression solemn, as if she too could feel the ghosts of that ancient conflict.
Sam continued, his voice lowering.
"The Original Dragon could not withstand the clash. Its spirit split apart: Reshiram, the embodiment of truth, and Zekrom, the embodiment of ideals. The hollow body left behind became Kyurem, the empty shell of what once was."
The words hung in the air like the toll of a bell.
Sam's hand dropped to a broken stone pillar, his expression sharpening.
He pressed his palm against the cold surface.
In that moment, the energy within him stirred.
The three powers, slumbering inside him, flared awake.
Light poured from his hand, weaving into the cracks of the pillar and spreading like veins of fire through the stone.
One by one, the runes carved into twenty-six surrounding pillars lit up.
The tower trembled.
Dust rained from above, the groan of shifting stone echoing around them.
"Sam!" Cynthia gasped, clutching the wall for balance.
The tremor threatened to throw her off her feet.
Sam withdrew his hand from the pillar and immediately darted to her side.
He slipped an arm firmly around her slender waist, steadying her before she could stumble. His calm voice cut through the chaos.
"Easy. It's fine," he said with a small smile.
"This tower might be old, but it's stronger than it looks. It won't collapse."
As if to prove him right, the shaking soon subsided.
Dragonspiral Tower fell silent once more, though now the air hummed with a strange power.
Cynthia looked up, her breathing uneven.
"What… what did you do?"
Before Sam could answer, a deep sound reverberated through the tower.
It wasn't the sound of stone, but of life, raw, ancient life.
A surge of dragon energy burst upward like a geyser, filling the tower from its base to its peak.
Then, in a sudden flash, a brilliant white stone shot out from the heart of the chamber.
It radiated a sacred glow, bathing the ruins in a holy light as bright as the sun.
Sam's eyes widened.
"The Light Stone…"
The orb pulsed in midair, its glow intensifying until it became blinding.
The tower shone like daytime, shadows fleeing before its brilliance.
Slowly, the stone began to shift and unfurl, its light molding into a magnificent form.
White feathers spread like wings of fire.
A long, elegant body emerged, each scale gleaming with purity.
In moments, the holy dragon itself stood before them.
"Roooaaarrr!!!"
Reshiram's roar shook the tower.
It wasn't harsh or domineering like Rayquaza's cry, but deep, melodic, an echo of truth itself.
Every note vibrated in the bones, yet carried a grace that left Cynthia breathless.
The sight made Sam's chest tighten.
Facing the real Reshiram was nothing like reading about it in his old world's games or anime.
This was real. Alive. Terrifying and awe-inspiring all at once.
Without hesitation, Sam activated the system's ability, his "Eyes of detection."
Lines of data appeared before him like a transparent screen only he could see.
[Pokémon: Reshiram]
[Type: Dragon/Fire]
[Ability: Turboblaze (Ignores the interference of opposing Abilities when using a move)]
[Level: 89 Tier 2 Legendary Peak (Sealed)]
[Moves: Noble Roar, Ancient Power, Dragon Pulse, Fire Fang, Slash, Crunch, Flamethrower…]
[Exclusive Moves: Fusion Flare, Blue Flare]
[Condition: Awakening – Still recovering from its long slumber. True power not yet fully restored.]
[Notes:
– Reshiram aids those with the courage to pursue truth. But if one abandons truth and drowns in desire, its flames will reduce them to ash.
– Can enter Overclock Mode.- In this state, its flames grow immeasurably powerful, but consume vast amounts of energy.]
Sam's breath steadied as he closed the interface.
He already knew the legends, but seeing Reshiram, really seeing it, made the old tales feel like children's stories compared to this moment.
Cynthia's gaze never left the dragon.
Awe and tension blended in her expression; her lips parted as if she were afraid to breathe too loudly.
"Sam… this is, "
Reshiram lowered its head, crimson eyes glowing as they locked onto Sam.
The flames along its mane flickered brighter, as if testing the one who dared to awaken it.
The air grew hotter.
Sam's heart pounded.
This was no longer just history.
The choice of the dragon of truth was now in his hands.
"Dragon of Truth… Reshiram."
Cynthia's voice trembled as she stared up at the holy beast, her eyes wide with awe.
"So beautiful…"
The moment Reshiram appeared, she was captivated.
Its elegant white body, flowing mane of living flame, and sapphire eyes carried a grace that no other Legendary could match.
Among all Pokémon, Reshiram truly stood at the peak of beauty and majesty.
A gust of scorching wind swept across the chamber as the great dragon descended.
Its massive body, nearly thirty meters long, touched down with surprising grace, each movement filled with a sacred dignity.
Those sapphire eyes turned, fixing firmly on Sam.
"Tell me… what is your truth?"
The voice rang directly in their minds, calm yet commanding.
Reshiram was speaking through telepathy.
Sam's heart skipped a beat.
That voice… it was the same one he had heard faintly before, whispering to him from time to time.
Now he knew for certain that it had always been Reshiram.
He drew in a steady breath and met the dragon's gaze.
"My truth…"
The word hung in the air. Cynthia watched him, tense, as if the wrong answer could bring ruin upon them both.
Sam spoke clearly, his voice carrying more weight with each word.
"I want to live freely and happily. To do what I want, and refuse what I don't. For me… freedom and happiness are everything."
Cynthia blinked at him, startled.
His words were simple, but the conviction behind them was unmistakable.
Reshiram's eyes glimmered. The flames of its mane flickered higher.
"Your truth… I feel it. You do not run from it. You embrace it. Then I… will help you carry out that truth."
The mighty dragon lowered its head, stepping closer.
Its sapphire gaze held a strange warmth now, like fire that could burn yet comfort.
Cynthia's heart pounded. Her hand twitched nervously at her side.
'Reshiram is, choosing him…? Just like that?'
She glanced at Sam, expecting him to seize the chance immediately.
But instead, Sam frowned slightly, as if still thinking.
"Reshiram," he asked slowly, "why me? Out of all people, why choose me?"
"Sam!!" Cynthia almost shouted.
She bit back the words, but her expression betrayed her exasperation.
She grabbed at his sleeve, tugging urgently.
Her thoughts raced:
'What are you doing?! This is Reshiram, one of the greatest Legendaries! It's literally offering itself to you, and you're asking why?! Just say yes already!'
Sam felt her grip tighten, her slender hand trembling slightly in his own.
He glanced at her and squeezed back gently, signaling for her to trust him.
But Cynthia only clenched harder, nearly glaring at him.
In her mind, she roared: 'Hurry up and agree! Don't you dare let this chance slip away!'
Reshiram tilted its head, patiently waiting, its flames casting long shadows across the ruined chamber.
The tension between the three of them thickened, like a bowstring pulled taut.