Pokemon : Rewind

Realizing that repairs to the spaceship were impossible, Lawrence reluctantly accepted the inevitable: the vessel would crash-land on Ice Island.

Even so, he clung to a sliver of hope. As long as the ship's core systems remained intact, he might still salvage his grand plan.

The spacecraft, under the control of its advanced artificial intelligence, began its rapid descent toward Ice Island. But the Three Sacred Birds—Moltres, Zapdos, and Articuno—showed no intention of letting up.

Fueled by righteous fury, the gods launched relentless attacks on the ship, determined to obliterate the craft and ensure humanity felt the weight of their wrath.

Fortunately for the surrounding islands, the gods' anger was tempered by their wisdom. They understood that not all humans were to blame; it was Lawrence's hubris and actions that had caused this crisis. Their restraint spared Shamouti Island from their fury, allowing the nearby region to remain untouched by their vengeance.

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Inside the ship, the impact of the impending crash reverberated through the corridors.

At the cave-like entrance, Ash was thrown off balance, barely managing to grab hold of a nearby steel support beam to avoid being flung into open air.

The sheer height of the spacecraft made falling unthinkable. Ash gritted his teeth, silently grateful for the physical improvements he'd worked toward since his journey began.

But even with his newfound strength, this was no time to test his limits.

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On the icy waters below, Misty and her group were approaching Ice Island atop her Gyarados, their faces etched with concern.

Tracey peered through his binoculars, his expression grave as he relayed Ash's precarious situation to the others.

"Things are getting worse," he said, his voice tight with worry.

Above them, the gods' unrelenting attacks on the spaceship intensified, and the already chaotic weather took an even darker turn. The surrounding sea began to freeze rapidly, a thick sheet of ice forming on the surface.

The freezing water forced Gyarados to leap into the air, propelling itself forward with powerful movements.

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The spaceship slammed into Ice Island's rocky terrain with a thunderous crash. The violent impact sent shockwaves through the vessel, causing its massive structure to groan under the strain.

The collision wasn't enough to stop the ship's momentum. It skidded across the icy surface, shattering rock and ice alike as it barreled forward. Finally, it careened to a halt at the edge of a towering cliff, precariously balanced.

The craft's massive steel wall, already weakened by the gods' attacks, broke free from the structure.

The wall plummeted directly toward Ash's position.

"Move!" Ash's instincts screamed at him as he bolted, running back ten meters just in time to avoid the falling debris.

The wall struck the ground with a deafening crash, sending shards of ice and metal flying. A powerful shockwave knocked Ash to his knees, leaving him gasping for air.

Had he hesitated even a second longer, the consequences would have been fatal.

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Above, the three gods cried out in unison, their voices echoing triumphantly. They soared through the sky, victorious in their assault on the vessel.

But their celebration was short-lived.

A strange purple-red aurora began to spread across the sky, its light cascading ominously over the battlefield. The eerie glow radiated an unnatural energy that sent chills through all who witnessed it.

The aurora's light descended, washing over the three gods.

Sensing its danger, Moltres, Zapdos, and Articuno immediately summoned their powers, creating a protective barrier of fire, lightning, and ice.

The glowing shield shimmered brightly as the aurora's energy pressed against it. Though the gods held their ground, the intense light of the aurora began to sap their strength, forcing them into a desperate struggle to maintain their defenses.

"What… is this?" Ash whispered, climbing atop the steel wreckage to get a better view of the phenomenon.

The sight of the aurora filled him with unease. It was unlike anything he had encountered, and it hadn't been part of the legendary tale he knew.

As the aurora's light intensified, its strange glow illuminated Ash. Yet, unlike the gods, the energy seemed to have no effect on him.

From his shadow, Marshadow emerged, its expression grave. The ethereal Pokémon raised its hands, conjuring a shield of dark purple-red energy to protect itself and Ash from the aurora's effects.

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Far away, on Shamouti Island, a Slowking observed the aurora with growing concern.

Its usual calm demeanor gave way to alarm as it spoke aloud, its voice heavy with dread.

"If this continues… the events of tens of thousands of years ago will repeat. And this time, the devastation will be even greater."

Slowking's spiral-shaped crown glinted ominously under the aurora's light, its red gemstone pulsing faintly as if resonating with the phenomenon.

This Slowking—a Pokémon revered for its intelligence and wisdom—understood the aurora's true nature.

Though it posed no direct threat to ordinary Pokémon or humans, it was a mortal danger to the gods.

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Tens of thousands of years ago, the same aurora had appeared, taking the gods by surprise.

Unprepared and unprotected, the divine beings had succumbed to its corruptive energy, plunging the world into chaos.

It was only through the intervention of the God of Creation, Arceus, that the aurora was subdued. Yet even Arceus had paid a steep price to restore balance.

Now, history seemed poised to repeat itself. With the ocean currents in disarray, Lugia, the guardian of the seas, was weakened, unable to defend against the aurora's resurgence.

"Their shield is faltering," Slowking murmured, its gaze fixed on the gods' barrier.

"But there's nothing I can do…"

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Deep beneath the ocean, Lugia struggled against the turbulent currents. Its massive form swayed as it fought to maintain stability, sensing the growing disturbances both above and below the surface.

The currents were nearing critical instability. If they collapsed completely, the resulting chaos would ripple across the entire planet, threatening life itself.

The appearance of the purple-red aurora only worsened matters, triggering a reaction in the slumbering gods scattered across the world.

For lesser gods—those not yet ascended to mythic status—the aurora stripped away their ability to resist, leaving them powerless in its wake.

Even Lugia, one of the mightiest of the gods, felt its strength waning.

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In the depths of the sea, Lugia's eyes flared with determination.

"We must activate the ritual to suppress the ocean currents and free me…"

It was the only way to restore balance and stave off the impending catastrophe.

To begin the ritual, the orbs from the three islands had to be gathered.

Closing its eyes, Lugia sent a stream of spiritual energy across the turbulent waters, searching for one person: the Chosen One, Ash.

Its energy reached toward Ice Island, where Ash stood, ready to deliver its urgent plea.

The time for action had come.

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