Pokémon Legendary: An Adult Pokémon Story
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Chapter 14
Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 14 - An adult semi-erotic Pokémon story set in a more realistic and brutal Pokémon world. Follow a Pokémon Region Champion as he and his rivals race to unlock the secrets of Legendary and mythical Pokémon while facing an unknown threat unlike anything he's faced before. Our champion and rivals will put their lives on the line as they face lethal puzzles, god-tier Pokemon, a deadly stalker, an evil alliance, and the the most powerful trainers in the world. This story is not meant for commercial use.
Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Fan Fiction Cheating White Female Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Public Sex
A little over a month had passed since Lugia’s attack, and the city of Maria Bella no longer looked like a scar on the coast. It looked like a miracle in motion. Construction drones hummed between half-finished towers, cranes swung beams into place, and Pokémon teams filled every street. Every sunrise brought a little less ruin and a little more color back to the skyline.
The international outpouring had been staggering. Cargo ships from regions all over the world lined the rebuilt docks. Donations flowed through League aid networks, while champions across the world held televised charity exhibitions, all raising funds for Maria Bella’s recovery. The once-shattered coastline now buzzed with construction crews, supply depots, and trainers working side-by-side with their Pokémon to heal what had been broken.
Despite the chaos that night, fatalities had stayed miraculously low given the city population, fewer than thirty out of a few million. The evacuation had been one of the fastest on record, something no one could explain except for “luck, timing, and heroes who refused to stop moving.” Every survivor had a story, and every story mentioned the same name at least once. Ace Tomlinson.
In the weeks that followed, Ace hadn’t left the island. Cameras caught him on-site helping rebuild the Pokémon Center’s west wing, hauling supplies through the inner district, or kneeling beside engineers to reroute damaged power conduits. He didn’t give speeches. He didn’t host press conferences. He just worked. Phillip Cole and Phoebe Hallow were also spotted aiding crews and relief teams around the city.
That quiet dedication changed something in the people. What began as gratitude turned to fascination, then faith. Now, the citizens of Calypso were beginning to believe that the Divine Challenge, once viewed as a brutal remnant of old tradition, had become a symbol of rebirth, and in their eyes, Ace was the living proof of it.
Some called him the Chosen One, a title that spread across message boards and PokéNet feeds like wildfire. Others claimed Ho-Oh’s appearance was divine endorsement, a sign that the heavens had chosen Calypso’s next king. Even those who didn’t buy into the myth couldn’t deny the results: the city’s spirit had come back to life faster than anyone thought possible.
On the Calypso Battle Analysis Show, the debate had reached fever pitch. Rita Davis leaned across the desk, voice crackling with energy as a holo-screen displayed Maria Bella’s skyline reborn.
“Professor, the question on everyone’s mind tonight: should the Divine Challenge resume? The people want it. The League’s hesitant. Where do you stand?”
Professor Morales adjusted his glasses, smiling wearily. “Normally, I’d call it reckless, but look at this city, Rita. A month ago, it was rubble. Today, it’s alive again, and the man they want to crown king helped bring it back. Maybe this isn’t just a tournament anymore. Maybe it’s become something the island needs.”
The call lines lit up instantly.
A fisherman from the southern docks spoke first: “We rebuilt because we believed we weren’t done yet. Ace showed us that. The Challenge has to continue.”
A nurse called in next: “He risked his life for us. If he wants to finish this, he’s earned it.”
Another voice, older, firm: “The Divine Challenge is Calypso’s soul. Ending it now would be like telling the island it should stop healing.”
By the end of the broadcast, public sentiment was undeniable. Polls showed nearly 78% of citizens favored resuming the Challenge, even if the League hadn’t yet agreed.
That pressure reached the highest levels of government. Within days, the Calypso League Office received petitions, sponsor letters, and League historian endorsements arguing the Challenge should continue “as an act of unity and renewal.” The narrative was no longer about competition. It was about identity.
The following week, an emergency closed-door meeting was called. The Mayor of Maria Bella, the Governor of Calypso Island, their aides, and the eight Calypso Island Gym Leaders gathered in a secure conference suite at the Calypso League Headquarters overlooking the bay. Security detail flanked the hallways. News crews weren’t allowed within a mile.
Outside the windows, the city glowed with new lights reflected off the sea, the same sea that had nearly swallowed it whole. Inside, the discussion that would decide the future of the Divine Challenge.
The heavy double doors of the Calypso League’s executive chamber closed with a metallic thud, sealing off the sound of the city below. The room overlooked Maria Bella Bay, still lined with scaffolding and cranes, the sea reflecting a thousand construction lights. It was a reminder, in a beautiful and humbling way, of what they were here to decide.
At the long oval table sat twenty people, the beating heart of Calypso’s political and competitive system.
At the head of the table sat Governor Lionel DuPont, a man in his fifties with graying hair, a calm but authoritative tone, and a reputation for avoiding rash decisions. Beside him sat Mayor Renée Alvarez, her sharp eyes scanning the reports in front of her.
Across from them sat the three committee members who had once voted to allow Ace Tomlinson’s entry into the Divine Challenge: Jeffrey Mitchell, Mike Droughns, and Ashley Bailey. Each looked different now than they had a couple of months ago. They looked older, wearier, and more aware of the stakes.
Lining the opposite side of the table were the eight Calypso Gym Leaders, each dressed in their own distinct style: Mikaela Faye with her dark brown hair and light reddish highlights cascading down her back, Lucy Simon with her arms crossed and no patience for politics, Chelsea Gomez in a bomber jacket, Angelina Rohan seated with poise and crossed legs, Gianna Mercury checking her tablet for League metrics, Mary Mortima half-slouched but watchful, Amber Pennebaker with her long auburn red hair and red-painted lips wearing a crisp formal blazer, and Malinda Olivares, silent and unreadable.
Aides stood quietly along the walls, taking notes, holo-screens hovering with projections of citywide sentiment polls, League sponsorship forecasts, and recent public opinion metrics.
Governor DuPont set his data pad down. “All right,” he said, voice steady but tired. “We’re here because, despite the League’s suspension of the Divine Challenge following the Lugia incident, the people of Calypso, and frankly, the world, seem unwilling to let it go. We need to determine whether resuming the Challenge is feasible, responsible, or even lawful under current emergency protocols.”
Mayor Alvarez folded her hands. “The infrastructure recovery is stable enough. The roads are clear, the arena circuits are intact, and public morale is higher than it’s been in years, but reopening the Challenge risks drawing massive crowds again, and if anything like that attack happens a second time, there won’t be a city left to save.”
Ashley Bailey leaned forward. Her voice was sharp but measured. “Mayor, with all due respect, the Divine Challenge isn’t just a competition anymore. It’s become the centerpiece of Calypso’s identity. The people see it as a rebirth, a symbol that their island refuses to bow to fear. If we keep it suspended, we risk undoing the very unity we’ve built, which has been crucial during the recovery of this catastrophe.”
Mike Droughns grunted, arms folded. “Unity’s great until it gets people killed. I remember the footage. Lugia nearly leveled the city. You want that again?”
Jeffrey Mitchell, ever the pragmatist, interjected before the argument escalated. “Let’s not lose the point here. The Divine Challenge was created as a trial of strength and spirit in the face of overwhelming odds. Ace Tomlinson has already proven both. The question isn’t whether he can continue, it’s whether we can guarantee the public’s safety if he does.”
Mikaela, seated near the end of the table, spoke without waiting for permission. “You can’t guarantee safety. You never could. That’s not what the Challenge is about.”
The room went quiet for a beat.
Chelsea Gomez frowned. “Easy for you to say. You’ve already faced him. You’re not the one still prepping for a potential match in front of fifty thousand spectators and millions more watching.”
“You sound scared, Chelsea.” Gianna Mercury said, smiling wickedly.
“I’m not scared, but I know now to take Ace seriously and to prepare for potentially the toughest challenge I’ve ever had.” Chelsea responded looking sternly at Gianna, “And yes, that comes with pressure.”
Lucy crossed her arms tighter. “What it tells me is that if Ace fights again, we’ll have every media outlet from Kanto to Paldea flooding the island. Sponsors, tourists, opportunists, all pouring in before the island’s even finished healing. That’s not strength. That’s chaos.”
“Chaos is what made him,” Angelina said softly.
Every eye turned toward her.
She met the governor’s gaze. “I was there when the airship fell. I saw how that man moved when the world was seemingly ending. If the Divine Challenge was meant to reveal who’s worthy of Calypso’s crown, then Ace Tomlinson is the closest thing we’ve had to a living embodiment of it. Denying him the right to continue after what he’s done isn’t just political suicide, it’s sacrilege.”
Mayor Alvarez sighed, leaning back. “We’re not debating his worthiness, Ms. Rohan. We’re debating the risk of turning this island into a global spectacle again.”
Ashley looked up from her tablet, voice calm. “Respectfully, Madam Mayor, that spectacle might be exactly what we need. Calypso’s economy is running on League support and foreign donations. If the Challenge resumes, tourism and revenue will skyrocket overnight. The people want it. The sponsors want it. Hell, even the professors are backing it.”
Mike shook his head. “You’re talking like this is a business plan. We’re talking about letting a man who allegedly took on a whole crime syndicate the night of Lugia’s appearance put his life on the line. That’s not something you just throw a press badge on.”
Mikaela’s tone hardened. “And yet, he helped save all of us. The man earned the right to finish what he started.”
Governor DuPont tapped the table for silence. “Enough.”
He looked to the gym leaders. “If we were to resume, it wouldn’t just be Ace Tomlinson’s life on the line, it would be yours, too. You’ve seen what happens when power attracts power. So, I want your honest opinions, recorded and on record. Do you believe the Divine Challenge should resume?”
The silence that followed was heavy. It was the kind that made even the aides stop typing.
Finally, Mikaela broke it. “Yes.”
Gianna hesitated, then nodded. “Yes, with enhanced safeguards.”
Amber sighed. “I’ll support it, but if another catastrophe hits, I’ll be the first to pull the plug.”
Mary smirked faintly. “Let him fight. Watching history’s better than watching reruns.”
Lucy exhaled. “I think it’s insane ... but yes because deep down, I want to see if he can actually do it.”
Chelsea cracked her knuckles. “Same.”
Malinda gave a slow, deliberate nod. “The Challenge was never meant to be safe.”
Finally, all eyes turned to Angelina.
She smiled faintly. “I already gave my answer.”
Governor DuPont looked around the table, then toward the three committee members. “Then the League Committee will make its recommendation. All in favor of resuming the Divine Challenge?”
Jeffrey raised his hand first. Ashley followed immediately. After a long pause, Mike sighed and raised his.
“You’re all insane.” He muttered as he did so.
The governor leaned back, expression unreadable. “Then it’s decided.”
Mayor Alvarez exhaled, almost disbelieving. “We’re really doing this again.”
Governor DuPont nodded slowly. “Yes. The Divine Challenge will resume, effective one week from today. May Arceus help us all.”
The next morning, Ace arrived at the Calypso League Office just as the sun was breaking through the clouds over Maria Bella Bay. The reflection of gold and pink shimmered off the water, painting the still-recovering city in a warmth it hadn’t felt in weeks.
The front entrance was quieter than usual. There were only League security at the doors and the faint hum of drones scanning the air. He was escorted up several flights to a conference floor he hadn’t been to before. It was smaller and more private than the room he went to the last time he was here.
Inside, three familiar faces waited for him: Jeffrey Mitchell, Mike Droughns, and Ashley Bailey, the same committee members who had approved his entry into the Divine Challenge nearly two months ago. They rose when he entered.
Jeffrey extended a hand, smiling faintly. “Ace. Glad you could make it.”
Ace shook it firmly. “You called, I came.”
Mike gave a dry chuckle. “Seems to be a theme now.”
Ashley gestured toward the seat across from them. “Please. Have a seat. This won’t take long.”
Ace sat down, hands resting on his knees. He looked between the three of them. “What’s this about?”
Jeffrey leaned forward, folding his hands. “First off, Ace, on behalf of the city of Maria Bella, we want to personally thank you. For everything you’ve done. Not just that night with Lugia, but what you’ve done since. The evacuation, the rescues, the rebuild, it hasn’t gone unnoticed.”
Ashley nodded. “You’ve been out there every day. The people of Maria Bella, the entire island really ... they’ve seen it. They talk about it. You didn’t just help save the city, you helped bring it back.”
Ace shifted slightly, his tone modest. “I appreciate it, but I wasn’t the only one out there. Phoebe Hallow and Phillip Cole have been working their asses off too, organizing teams, running supply routes, helping people rebuild their homes. If you’re gonna hand out thanks, they deserve it just as much.”
Mike smirked. “Always the team player.”
Ace shrugged. “It’s not about credit. It’s about making sure people get back on their feet. That’s all that matters.”
Jeffrey smiled at that, almost like he expected the answer. “That’s part of why you’ve become ... well, something of a phenomenon here.”
Ace raised an eyebrow. “Phenomenon?”
Ashley exchanged a glance with the others, then sighed. “You’ve probably heard whispers. There’s a growing movement across the island. People are calling you the Chosen One. They believe you’re destined to become the next King of Calypso, the one who’ll lead this island into a new era.”
Ace blinked, deadpan. “Chosen One?”
Mike grinned. “Yeah, it’s as dramatic as it sounds.”
Jeffrey added, “Not everyone believes it, of course, but the sentiment is spreading. Even those who don’t buy into it still see you as a symbol of strength, hope, and resilience, and because of that, the Divine Challenge has now become more than just tradition. It’s turned into a rallying point. People want to see it continue.”
Ace leaned back slightly, expression unreadable. “You’re serious.”
Ashley nodded. “Completely. The city government’s been flooded with calls. The League’s inbox is a warzone. Petition after petition all saying the same thing: let the Divine Challenge resume.”
Ace exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. “After everything that happened ... I didn’t think anyone would even be thinking about the Challenge right now.”
Mike’s tone softened. “That’s exactly why they are. People need something to believe in again. Something that makes them feel like life’s moving forward.”
Jeffrey tapped a holo-pad, projecting the previous day’s meeting onto the air. There were still images of Governor DuPont, Mayor Alvarez, and the eight gym leaders seated around the League’s executive table.
“Yesterday, we met with the Governor, the Mayor, and the gym leaders. We went over everything including the state of the city, the risks, the optics, and after a long debate...”
He paused, exchanging a glance with Ashley and Mike.
Ashley finished for him. “We decided to lift the suspension. The Divine Challenge is officially set to resume one week from today.”
Ace froze. For a long moment, the only sound was the faint hum of the holo-projector. He blinked once, then looked up at them.
“You’re serious?” He said again.
Jeffrey smiled faintly. “Completely.”
Ace let out a quiet laugh under his breath, still processing. “Huh. Honestly ... I truly didn’t think it was all that important to the people anymore. Not after all this.”
Mike leaned back in his chair. “Well, it’s very much back on the radar now, and before anything goes public, we wanted to ask you first.”
Ace looked up again. “Ask me what?”
Ashley met his gaze. “If you actually want to continue.”
The question hung in the air, heavy and real.
Jeffrey folded his hands. “No one would blame you if you didn’t. You’ve already done more for this island than anyone could’ve asked. Remember though, the rules would still apply. You will have to defeat the remaining six gym leaders without a loss or tie, otherwise you’ll be executed.”
“No matter how beloved by the people you might be.” Ashley added.
The choice, whether to continue or walk away, has to be yours.” Mike finished.
Ace was quiet for several seconds, staring down at his gloved hands. Then he looked back up at them.
“Let me get this straight. You’re giving me the option to bow out, after I’ve already risked my life, fought two gym leaders, and nearly got vaporized by a pissed-off legendary guardian of the sea?”
Ashley gave a small smirk. “More or less.”
Ace leaned back in his chair, sighing through a faint smile. “I’m continuing. I started this thing, and I’m gonna finish it.”
Mike chuckled. “Didn’t think you’d say anything else.”
Jeffrey nodded approvingly. “Then we’ll move forward with the public announcement today.”
Ace stood, stretching his shoulders. “Guess I better get back to training, then.”
Ashley smiled as she rose with him. “Welcome back to the Divine Challenge, Mr. Tomlinson.”
He smirked. “You make it sound like I ever left.”
“Son, I still think you’re reckless,” Mike said, “But now, for the first time since I met you..., I actually do believe in you.”
Thousands of miles away in the seas of the Hoenn region, the ocean was black as far down as the Aqua Sub-01 was traversing. There was no sunlight, no sound, only the slow, rhythmic hum of pressure groaning against the hull of the sub. Team Aqua had returned to the deep.
Inside the command cabin, Archie, leader of Team Aqua and associate of Ghetsis, stood with his arms crossed, the glow from the monitors painting his face in cold blue light. The sea outside looked endless, the weight of the abyss pressing in from every direction. He grinned beneath his beard.
Around Archie, his elite crew worked in tense silence. They were far beneath the churning waters of Route 129. The submarine cut through the darkness like a shark. The emblem on its hull, the stylized ‘A’ made of bones, had been scratched off, but the symbol still burned in the hearts of the men inside.
“Report,” Archie said, his voice low but commanding.
Matt, his First Lieutenant turned to him, “Sir, satellite data confirms it: anomalous weather patterns localized over Route 129. Heavy rainfall, massive pressure fluctuations beneath the surface. Just like the readings before the Sootopolis Event.”
“Depth reading?” he asked.
“Five hundred meters and descending, sir,” one of Matt’s subordinate technicians reported. “Current is strong, but stable. Scanners picking up intermittent heat signatures about two klicks ahead.”
Archie’s grin widened. “It must be close.”
Shelly, Archie’s second in command, walked up to him looking tense. “Sir ... Ghetsis never approved this operation. Neither did the others.”
Archie turned to her, his tone cold enough to freeze the air. “Ghetsis doesn’t command the sea. I do. This is Team Aqua’s legacy, and it’s time we reclaim it.”
He turned back to the viewport as the submarine’s floodlights pierced the gloom. Jagged reefs loomed ahead, currents swirling with unnatural violence.
“Prep the pods. We go in quiet.”
After thirty minutes of silent descent through crushing pressure and razor currents, they found it, a narrow fissure carved into the ocean floor, half-concealed by silt and coral.
Archie’s grin grew wider. “There she is. The Marine Cave.”
They launched four smaller pods, each loaded with gear and one crucial weapon: a modified mind-control cannon, a refined version of the one used on Lugia. Archie’s personal prize.
The pods breached the surface within the cave’s massive interior chamber. The ceiling rose high above them, lost in shadow, while bioluminescent fungi pulsed faintly along the walls. The air was thick, damp, and ancient.
Weapons drawn, the team advanced, portable floodlights cutting through the mist as their footsteps echoed across the stone. Every sound felt like a trespass in a sacred place. Then they saw it.
The massive pool at the heart of the cavern glowed faintly blue. Bubbles rose slowly from its depths, and at its center, beneath layers of petrified stone and coral, lay Kyogre. The Sea Basin Pokémon.
Even dormant, it radiated power, a silent, crushing pressure that made every man and woman in the room instinctively hold their breath.
Archie stepped forward, eyes locked on the colossal form. “You’ve slept long enough, my beautiful leviathan. The world has forgotten what true power feels like ... but I haven’t.”
He reached into his coat and withdrew the Blue Orb. Its surface shimmered like liquid sapphire, pulsing in sync with the cave’s faint glow.
Archie turned to his crew. “Set the pylons. Triangular formation. And make sure that cannon’s calibrated to the Lugia frequency, modified for higher aquatic output.”
The men moved quickly, setting up three disruption pylons in a precise triangle around the pool. The cannon, mounted on a reinforced tripod, hummed as it charged, its lens beginning to glow with an eerie blue light.
Archie held the orb high. “Let the sea answer me once more.”
The Blue Orb blazed to life. The cave trembled. Lightning arced across the ceiling as the water began to churn violently. Cracks split the stony shell encasing Kyogre’s body, releasing clouds of steam and vapor as the ancient titan stirred.
The operatives aimed their weapons, their nerves taut.
Then came the sound. It was a deep, echoing whale cry, long and mournful, that shook the cavern walls and the very bones of those who heard it. The air turned cold, the water surged, and Kyogre’s vast eyes snapped open, burning with primal fury.
“Fire the pylons!” Archie shouted.
The pylons activated with a deafening whine, sending arcs of energy leaping between them. The control cannon locked onto Kyogre’s forehead and discharged a massive surge of electromagnetic light directly into its core.
For a moment, the world held its breath.
Kyogre convulsed, roaring in pain, its body flaring with blinding bioluminescent energy. Waves erupted outward, smashing into the cave walls. Instruments shorted out.
“Hold it steady!” Archie yelled over the chaos. “Increase power to maximum! The sea belongs to me!”
The control cannon’s beam struggled to maintain its lock as Kyogre thrashed violently, its fins cutting through the water like guillotines. Another operative fired a tranquilizer burst that proved futile. A single flick of Kyogre’s tail sent the man flying, snapping his spine against the cavern wall.
“Compensate power output!” the engineer screamed. “She’s overloading!”
“Then push it!” Archie roared back.
Kyogre fired a Hyper Beam attack and obliterated a quarter of the team in a devastating explosion.
Shelly turned frantically to her leader. “Archie! We must pull back! It’s much too powerful!!”
“No!” Archie shot back.” Kyogre will be mine!”
The Blue Orb in his hand pulsed violently, almost burning his palm. The energy beam intensified, wrapping Kyogre in tendrils of blue lightning. Its roars turned from fury to confusion, then pain. Its eyes flickered between normal and dead yellow.
Another explosion rocked the platform. One of the pylons overloaded, bursting into molten slag. Two more men were vaporized instantly in the flash.
Archie’s grin never faltered.
“YES! Feel it! Feel the sea’s fury bend to my will!”
He thrust the Blue Orb toward the raging titan, veins bulging in his neck.
“Submit to me, Kyogre! Submit to Aqua!”
The control cannon whined into an ultrasonic pitch. Then, suddenly, the roiling chaos stilled. The cavern fell eerily silent.
Kyogre hovered motionless in the water, body glowing faintly. Its eyes opened once more, and this time, they burned yellow.
The remaining crew stood frozen, the reality of what they’d done sinking in. The sea basin Pokémon, the god of the deep, now awaited its master’s command.
Archie stared into its glowing eyes, his breath slow, steady ... then he began to laugh.
Softly at first, a chuckle that echoed through the cavern, then louder, manic, until it filled the air like thunder.
“After all these years ... Kyogre is mine!”
He clenched the Blue Orb in his fist, eyes wide with wild triumph.
“The sea belongs to me again! And this time, no one will stop me.”
The Calypso Battle Analysis Show was halfway through its usual afternoon broadcast, Professor Morales gesturing animatedly as footage of Cynthia’s latest Sinnoh Championship title defense replayed on the holo-screen behind him.
“As you can see,” Morales said, tapping his stylus against the air projection, “Cynthia’s Garchomp maintains tempo by forcing range control. Her Dragon Claw spacing here—”
“Sorry to interrupt, Professor,” Rita Davis suddenly blurted, pressing one hand to her earpiece. “But we have breaking news!”
The holo-display behind them blinked out, replaced by the bright golden insignia of the Calypso League.
“The Calypso Competition Committee,” Rita announced, her voice bursting with energy, “has just released an official statement. The Divine Challenge will resume starting this coming Monday!”
Professor Morales’s eyes went wide. “Rita! That’s— that’s huge!”
“Indeed it is!” Rita said, leaning toward the camera. “Well, Calypso, you got your wish! After weeks of debate and rebuilding, the League has decided to allow Ace Tomlinson to continue the Divine Challenge! Matches will resume next week!”
Morales laughed, shaking his head. “Unbelievable. He’s really doing it.”
Rita grinned. “Ace currently stands two victories in, with six gym leaders left to face. After the Lugia disaster, some people thought the Challenge might be scrapped entirely.”
“Yet here we are,” Morales said. “He’s survived gods, disasters, and bureaucracy. Now he’s right back in the arena. Let’s just hope the Lugia incident didn’t dull his battling instincts.”
Rita turned toward him with a smirk. “Any predictions, Professor? Who do you think he’ll challenge next?”
Morales scratched his chin thoughtfully. “Obviously there’s no official word yet, but if I had to guess, it won’t be Angelina Rohan. He’s saving her for last.”
Rita nodded. “That seems to be the consensus. Most fans believe he’ll face one of the central island gym leaders next, possibly Chelsea Gomez or Gianna Mercury.”
“Strategically sound,” Morales agreed. “Angelina’s known to test every part of a challenger’s mind, not just their team. Facing her last gives Ace time to evolve both as a trainer and as a symbol.”
Rita smiled at the camera, voice bright. “Well, Calypso, you heard it here first! The Divine Challenge is officially back, and so is Ace Tomlinson! Stay tuned, because we’ll be covering every match, every upset, and every miracle as it unfolds!”
The broadcast cut to the glowing logo of the Divine Challenge, the words “A Legend Reborn” pulsing beneath it.
The television’s glow painted Ace’s hotel suite in shifting blues and golds as the Calypso Battle Analysis Show wrapped up its broadcast.
“ ... and so, the Divine Challenge resumes this Monday,” Rita Davis concluded brightly. “Ace Tomlinson’s journey continues.”
The screen faded to the Challenge’s fiery emblem before cutting to black.
Silence filled the room.
Ace sat on the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, the reflection of the TV still flickering in his eyes. Phoebe sat cross-legged on the other end of the couch, arms folded, while Phillip stood near the window, staring down at the glowing city below.
Phillip broke the silence first. “You’re actually still gonna do this?”
Ace didn’t look up. “Yeah. I am.”
Phoebe’s voice was sharp, almost trembling. “After everything that just happened? Lugia, the airship, Ghetsis being back, you still think this is worth it?”