As Arceus looked down at the destruction that spread out in front of him, he felt a wave of despair and anger. How, why had he let this happen? The Pokemon had put their trust in him, even worshiped him, and he had let them down. He looked on as his helpers passed from one still form to the next, checking to see if they could be helped or if they were… No, he couldn’t think of that. He had to think of the positives, that not all of the Pokemon had died. He had managed to save some of the Pokemon, at least. Thinking of that, he should go see how the Pokemon Resettling Project was. He blinked, and when he opened his eyes, the scenery had changed.
Arceus looked at the flourishing landscape that he had helped to recreate. He saw the Pokemon huddled together, unsure of themselves and the new terrain, and walked over to them. They cowered as he drew closer, and for a second, Arceus wondered why. Then he realized that these Pokemon hadn’t seen him before. He spoke, soothingly, “It’s all right. We are the only inhabitants of this place.” He trotted away, reassuring the different Pokemon Tribes that all was well. He returned to the Legendary Tower only to find an air of chaos and calamity. He rushed forward, “What happened?”
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