Buizel nuzzled his cheek, then turned to face the cave. The HM’s light faded, but the lesson remained: waterfalls were not walls. They were doors, waiting for someone stubborn enough to climb.
Somewhere above, in the cold heart of Spear Pillar, Cyrus’s machine hummed to life. But Lucas was no longer afraid. He had a Pokémon who could climb heaven itself—one pawhold at a time.
Buizel tilted its head. Lucas continued, “We could go around. Find another way into the Spear Pillar. But Cyrus won’t wait. And if we don’t stop him…” He trailed off, thinking of the Galactic Commander’s cold eyes, his talk of a new universe without spirit.