"Liar."
Elias glared at Lucario, expressionless, voice flat with accusation.
He looked so trustworthy... and he pulls this?
Lucario gave a dry cough, face tinged with a faint blush.
He hadn't ant to deceive him—really. But he'd been worried Elias wouldn't agree to co otherwise.
And if he didn't co... well, Lucario was screwed.
Ever since Regigigas had roped him into manual labor, he rarely got a chance to leave the ruins. If Elias didn't show up, who knew how much longer he'd be stuck?
Still, he leaned in and muttered under his breath:
"Don't worry. Regigigas just wants to make a deal with you."
"If you're not interested, you can refuse. Nothing bad will happen."
This ti, Lucario wasn't lying.
As a Pokémon who could wield the power of aura, he had his own principles. If he hadn't been absolutely sure Regigigas ant no harm, he wouldn't have brought Elias here—not even if it ant being trapped in this ruin forever.
Seeing that Lucario seed genuinely sincere for once, Elias sighed and waved him off.
"Yeah, I got it."
He patted the Zoroark clinging protectively to his side, reassuring her, then turned toward the massive Pokémon seated in the distance.
"Hey, big guy—you wanted to see ?"
He called out.
"Re...gi..."
The earth-shaking voice thundered through the cavern once again.
Elias winced, pressing a hand to his forehead. The only thing that ssage left him with was ringing ears—he couldn't make out a word.
Yeah... not every Pokémon is like Zoroark or Lucario. Not all of them have a way to talk to humans.
Fortunately...
He had his own solution.
Closing his eyes, Elias steadied his thoughts and reached inward, drawing on a different kind of power.
A soft green glow spread across his skin, coalescing into a faint, ribbon-like thread that drifted gently toward Regigigas.
The ancient titan didn't resist.
In fact, upon seeing Elias's action, the red lights glowing in its body pulsed with what looked like excitent.
Off to the side, Lucario froze.
He'd been just about to offer to translate, but now he could only stare, stunned.
That green glow—it felt comforting. Familiar. The kind of warmth that would disarm him completely, even in the wild.
Which was unthinkable.
What kind of person has that kind of power... and is still alive?
How hasn't so wild Pokémon eaten him by now?
Lucario glanced at Zoroark, eyes complicated.
Suddenly... I get it.
Maybe that fox isn't so unhinged after all.
On the other end of the ribbon of light, the mont it touched Regigigas, a deep voice echoed directly in Elias's mind.
"You don't belong to this land."
Elias paused. Then blinked. That voice—it was Regigigas?
But the words...
He frowned.
I don't belong here?
But Cogita found on this very tundra, didn't she?
Still, he didn't argue right away. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and asked calmly:
"I've lived in Hisui since I was a child. What makes you so sure I'm not from here?"
There was sothing deeply enigmatic about this Pokémon.
Elias didn't doubt it had a reason for saying what it did.
But after his question, a long silence followed.
He furrowed his brow.
"You still there?"
He checked the green ribbon's connection—still intact.
Eventually, that ponderous voice returned.
"[Slow Start]. Wait a mont."
"…Damn alpaca."
Though the voice was grainy and rough, Elias could still make it out clearly.
He had no idea what '[Slow Start]' was supposed to an, but it definitely fit with the Pokémon's giant, sluggish fra.
As for that bit about a "alpaca"... he had no clue.
After a long pause, Regigigas finally spoke again.
"Your power doesn't co from this land."
"It is a power that could only be born in a place far, far from this continent."
So said the ancient titan.
Though it had spent countless years sealed away in this place, its mories remained intact.
And if it rembered correctly, the power Elias carried—this "[Power of Viridian]"—only ever erged from the Viridian Forest.
Which ant...
From Kanto.
Of course, that wasn't especially important to Regigigas. It only brought it up to build trust—to increase the chance that Elias would cooperate.
Taking a deep breath, the ancient Pokémon shared everything it knew.
In turn, Elias asked questions, and Regigigas answered patiently.
As a Pokémon that had lived through untold eras, its knowledge ran unimaginably deep.
By the end of their exchange, Elias had gained more than just clarity about the mysterious energy within him.
He even found answers to several questions that Cogita herself had long struggled with.
But at the sa ti, he grew increasingly curious about the colossal being in front of him.
As Regigigas stirred, moving a little more easily now, Elias asked:
"You're telling all this... so what do you want from ?"
There was no way this mountain-shattering Pokémon was just here to hand out lectures.
As expected, when his question dropped, Regigigas fell silent again.
From its many glowing holes, ripples of multicolored light flickered outward.
It was... thinking.
Elias didn't press it. He simply reached out to soothe the tense Zoroark beside him, waiting calmly.
In fact, after their conversation, he wasn't nervous at all.
Because if Regigigas had wanted to harm him, even Zoroark and Lucario together wouldn't have been enough to stop it.
It wouldn't have bothered answering his questions.
At length, perhaps sensing Elias's patience, Regigigas seed to co to a decision.
"Do you have a wish?"
"What?"
Elias blinked.
"If you have a wish, I can help make it real."
"In return, I need your help with sothing."
"Don't worry—there's almost nothing in this world I can't do. Your human desires... are child's play to ."
"Power, wealth, status—whatever you want, it's yours."
As it spoke, the titan's chanical-sounding voice gained a subtle trace of pride.
It truly believed that no one could resist the allure of having their deepest wish fulfilled.
After all, that was the weakness of all living beings.
Only creatures like itself, with a body of stone and no heart to tempt, could overco such desires.
That was sothing a certain llama would never understand.
Clearly, Regigigas was confident in its offer.
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