At the same time—
Another beam of light descended from the heavens, pouring into the outside of the psychic barrier.
Ash did not hesitate.
He threw the Rusted Sword forward.
The moment it touched that crimson radiance—
It erupted.
Blinding red light burst forth.
Then—
A sword aura capable of cleaving the world itself slashed outward.
It met Spacial Rend and Roar of Time head-on—
And did not fall behind.
In fact—
It was pushing them back.
This was the deity who governed offense.
Zacian — the Sword King.
Cyrus froze.
"Who… are you?!"
Ash glared at him.
"I'm just a passerby who can't stand people treating Pokémon like tools! Remember that!"
Cyrus laughed loudly, masking the shock in his heart.
"A mere passerby dares interfere?"
But inwardly, he was shaken.
The two Pokémon Ash summoned—
Their size was not overwhelming.
But their aura?
Their stability within the space-time turbulence?
They were gods.
And not inferior ones.
The Counterattack
Mewtwo dropped the barrier.
Its right hand lifted slightly.
Brilliant purple light detonated outward.
Psystrike.
Zacian's Behemoth Blade combined with Mewtwo's psychic devastation—
And forced Dialga and Palkia's attacks back.
Cyrus was stunned.
He had seen many things in life.
But this?
This he had never seen.
He was controlling Dialga and Palkia—
Peak deities of time and space.
Rayquaza overpowering Groudon and Kyogre was one thing.
That was expected.
But these two unknown legends?
And now—
Ash's shadow expanded beneath him.
Darkness spread forward.
A massive silhouette emerged.
Giratina.
Ash had not forgotten their promise.
"Giratina. I'll help you deal with Dialga and Palkia."
A furious roar erupted.
'You two—are you ignoring me?!'
Dialga & Palkia: We're being controlled! It's not intentional!
Among Arceus's children—
Giratina was the most terrifying.
One-on-one? Advantage.
One-on-two? Still advantage.
In the Reverse World? Ninety-nine percent victory rate.
(We don't talk about Shaymin.)
Then—
A familiar black dragon ascended once more.
Mega Shiny Rayquaza returned.
What was once two versus two—
Became four versus two.
Cyrus: "..."
Is it too late to switch sides?
No.
There was no turning back.
He pressed a hidden button on his watch.
If gods had ranks—
At the top stood the Creator.
Arceus.
And he had prepared something.
Heat surged.
The air warped.
A magma-covered titan emerged—
Heatran.
Fused with the Flame Plate.
Cyrus smiled.
Advantage—
Mine.
The Madness of Cyrus
Cyrus was no ordinary man.
In his original world, he sought to erase reality.
Here?
He had discovered the Pal world through a spatial anomaly.
He had encountered Giovanni.
The Rainbow Plan was born from that meeting.
And now—
He would go further.
"Witness true power!"
Heatran roared—
Empowered by the Plate.
Magma Storm.
Roar of Time.
Spacial Rend.
Triple devastation.
Even the four gods found it troublesome.
The Plate—
Contained Arceus's authority.
Zacian's voice echoed in Ash's mind.
"We will hold them. You stop that human. I sense… his target is Lord Arceus."
Ash nodded instantly.
Capture the king, end the game.
He leapt onto Mega Charizard X.
"Red! I'm going ahead!"
Charizard surged forward through magma under Mewtwo's barrier.
"Dragon Pulse!"
Cyrus released five Poké Balls.
Houndoom. Honchkrow. Weavile. Crobat. Gyarados.
All Champion-tier.
Five against one.
Advantage—him.
He underestimated Ash.
Red moved simultaneously.
Mega Charizard X—
Dragon Claw.
Two black dragons charging in tandem.
Pure aggression.
Cyrus felt genuine fear.
So this—
Was the boy who destroyed Team Rocket?
His remaining four Pokémon attacked Red desperately—
Buying seconds.
Seconds were enough.
Cyrus raised both arms.
Red chains erupted behind him—
Pouring into Dialga and Palkia.
Their eyes turned crimson.
Last traces of will—erased.
The chains pierced Heatran as well.
Its body swelled—
Expanding monstrously—
Larger than even Mega Rayquaza.
Then—
Cyrus raised his arms to the sky.
"Creator God beyond the world! Descend!"
Golden light spilled across the mountain.
Time calmed.
Space stabilized.
Even the violent turbulence grew still.
Bound by red chains—
Dialga, Palkia, and the empowered Heatran raised their heads as well.
Cyrus shouted:
"Great Arceus! Your faithful servant welcomes your descent!"
The sky split.
A golden ring appeared.
Sacred.
Absolute.
Ancient beyond time.
And from within the radiance—
A silhouette slowly descended.
Not a projection.
Not a mirage.
But divine authority itself.
Ash's heart pounded.
Zacian lowered its head.
Mewtwo narrowed its eyes.
Giratina fell silent.
Rayquaza coiled in vigilance.
Across every region—
The livestream chat froze.
No one dared type.
Because at that moment—
The Creator had answered.
And whether summoned by faith—
Or by theft—
Arceus was coming.
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