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Lethe

[Ch06] Finale ~ Styx and Thrones
    • Jackie Cat

    Jackie Cat

    A cat who writes stories.
    Heartache staff
    Pronoun
    they or she
    The Forlasan Voidlands had vistas and biomes of their own. The stratified cliffs and dull amber light of the Fossil Valleys; the aurora-laced azure peaks and indigo-silhouetted conifers of the High Nightlands; the shadow-dappled moors and ruins of the Mosaic Shades... These were the territories Powehi walked eternally, guarding the countless souls at rest here, in this limbo of perpetual gloaming. Lethe – his kingdom of the lost.

    Now, though, he stood at the edge of something new. A dark storm above barren spires and clay-red dirt. A vision of hunger and suffering. A kind of purple hell.

    The timeworn Lucario tramped onward, fixing his eyes on the shadowy shape of a certain polycephalous dragon...

    "I don't believe we discussed redecorating," he growled, sarcasm oozing from his jaws like black treacle. "First you intrude on worldly rifts, then you interfere with other assets, now you insinuate your influence into my Voidlands. Explain yourself, hydra würm."
     
    • [Ch10 Semifinale] ~ A Crossroads, at Night New
    • "Welcome to Lethe, everyone."

    Powehi spread his arms wide, gesturing to a dream-scape of silver sand, black seas, and translucent magenta foliage. The colours of this netherworld were cool and dark and faintly unreal to the eyes, as if they would blow away under the glare of a real sun.

    This was where they would fight the Jackal of Lethe, of course. His own realm, beneath which roiled his true form – a vast ocean of liquid Shadow. Four more pokémon shimmered into existence around him, taking strange forms that resembled animals in form, but could not be living beings of flesh and blood.

    "These are my... keepsakes," murmured Powehi. "From each calamity I could not prevent."
     
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