The Twins At Paldea Univeristy (Pokemon Scarlet and Violet)

Chronokinetic Desolation Part 2

The contained biosphere that the Zero Lab so casually called a greenhouse was in nothing short of disarray. Harsh sunlight above and crackling electric terrain below as the savage koraidon and miraidon seemingly commanded the paradox pokemon all around them. Penny and Nemona worked together to fight against the horde, although they knew they couldn't hold on for long. They needed a serious out. Nemona was able to spot a familiar space, a broken barricade that leads to a direct drop to a lower portion of Area Zero. The same one they fell through earlier.

"Penny! With me!" says Nemona, grabbing her wrist and running. Their pokemon follow. They all jump back down. It was easy to see the moment as jumping out of the pan and straight into the fire, but with how they've been cornered Nemona was a bit surprised they even made it through. The girls could see that the space below was much clearer and less cramped than the one above, but still littered with pokemon. Meowscarada holds both girls in her arms, and fires a flower trick through a wall, forcing open a cave entrance into a tunnel. The pokemon runs straight in with her trainer, the others following suit. The paradox pokemon gives chase to them, ready to snuff them out of the expansive tunnel systems. They were not going to be able to run forever.

The savage miraidon on the other hand remained above, levitating slightly off the ground and viewing what was once the pristine ceiling of the biosphere. It used to broadcast the sky with natural day and night cycles 24/7 some time ago, although ever since the last use of the professor's time machine, it's been reduced to just plain glass, with only cold steel on the other side, and perhaps some now-empty observation decks. But now even that is gone. It was dark, and the only light was the one it and its primitive partner gave off with their sunlight and electric terrain. Now the domed ceiling was cracked and unlit, replaced with some green lines of energy extending from who knows where. They coursed with a force that the miraidon could not describe, something seemingly elemental to its essence. It didn't take much to intuit that these exposed energy lines connected to the time machine. Everything was tied to the great machine of the professors'. Everything. The harvesting of this contained land's resources, the experimentation of the odd crystalline substances, the scientific marvels, and the gateways that seemingly brought them all here. Strangely, miraidon could not remember its life before it passed through that gateway and became one of the many batches of pokemon unleashed into this whole new place.

It was a greener pasture, for the mighty, that is. There were many more of them, although those little expatriates have since been exterminated by the competition. It was probably one of the few truly timeless things. For even when only one species is left to stand over a field of other species' bones, these species will compete among one another. The same was true for the miraidon. It recalls crushing a weaker miraidon, a lesser beast that staked some territory in the middle sphere by the foggy swamp's bridge. The iron serpent recalls tearing into them with ease, and how the odd puny man it saw when it first stepped through the machine's gateway stood in between them.

A loud roar catches miraidon's attention, and it looks up. The artificial sun created by its partner's orichalcum pulse beating down upon everyone with a heat akin to the primal temperatures of the legendary groudon. Does it dare check on the winged king? No. They'd likely just fight again. Instead, the miraidon decides to descend down into the caverns instead. Its far-reaching sensors can easily locate the coordinates of all three girls, feeding it back to its central informative system via quantum entanglement. A superior network unlike any other, a real development of the future and its terrifying anomalies it calls scientific advancements.

Meanwhile with Arven, he was at the peak of the central stone of the greenhouse. The air was cooler up here, or at least it was supposed to be. All Arven could feel was borderline skin cancer. If he stayed here for a few more minutes he would probably be hit from head to toe in sunburn. It reminded him of that time when he was eleven years old and roaming through Cortondo. A hot summer and he was roaming down the trail, sweating like a mabosstiff as his skin felt the unyielding rage of the sun. The air he breathed in was hot, and his shirt had been soaked and stuck to his back. Raggedy shoes on a dirt road with his destination not in sight. Arven coughs, spitting out a bit of phlegm, he gets up on two legs after having been thrown off and knocked down by koraidon earlier once they'd reached the summit. Mabosstiff barked angrily, unyielding in its fight.