The beginning of a new road {Path of the Aura Ranger: Book II}

VI Lance's P.O.V

A/N: Things are turning dark, quickly. Just to advise to those who don't like that kind of scenes to skip this chapter.

I received an urgent summons from Utau, Ash's trusted second in command, informing me that Ash had ventured into the heart of Team Flare's main headquarters to rescue Alain, completely disregarding protocol. Concern and dread gripped my heart as I hastily made my way to the scene, fearing the worst.

As I arrived, a scene of utter devastation unfolded before my eyes. The once imposing stronghold of Team Flare now lay in ruins, its grandeur reduced to a grotesque tableau reminiscent of a nightmarish horror movie. The air hung heavy with the acrid scent of smoke, mingled with the metallic tang of blood. Shattered glass, twisted metal, and charred debris littered the landscape, a haunting testament to the chaos that had unfolded.

My eyes darted across the grim scene, taking in the harrowing sight of bodies scattered amidst the wreckage. Their lifeless forms painted a chilling picture of the violence that had consumed this place. The walls, once adorned with the sinister symbols of Team Flare, were now marred with splatters of crimson, creating a macabre tapestry that stained my mind. Bodies, both Team Flare members and their pokemon, lay scattered amidst the wreckage. The air hung heavy with the scent of smoke and the unmistakable metallic tang of blood. It was a chilling tableau of carnage, a testament to the power wielded by Ash's pokemon in their unwavering dedication to protect their trainer.

My emotions swirled within me, a maelstrom of shock, awe, and concern. The magnitude of what had transpired became clear—Ash's pokemon had taken matters into their own hands, fighting with a ferocity that shook the foundations of Team Flare's stronghold. They had unleashed their powers, unleashing a relentless storm of destruction, all in the name of safeguarding their beloved trainer.

I searched the chaos for any sign of Ash and Alain, and relief washed over me as I spotted them, unconscious but seemingly unharmed amidst the chaos. It was a bittersweet sight, knowing that they were safe yet realizing the immense power Ash's pokemon had wielded in their defense. As I took in the scene, my mind raced to comprehend the implications of this cataclysmic event. t was a stark reminder that Ash, through his unwavering dedication and friendship, had forged a bond with his pokemon that surpassed all expectations.

However, a sense of trepidation gripped me as I noticed Lysandre standing nearby, his expression a mix of fury and astonishment. His plans had been thwarted, his stronghold reduced to rubble. It was clear that he had underestimated Ash and his pokemon, who are an unstoppable force. As Lysandre moved away from the lifeless body of the unknown man, a sinister determination etched upon his face, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins. I braced myself, ready to intercept his reckless charge, to protect Ash from any harm that may befall him.

But in the blink of an eye, before I could even react, a swift blur of movement erupted from the corner of my vision. My gaze fixated on Pikachu, Ash's steadfast partner, as it unleashed its Iron Tail with a precision and speed that defied comprehension. The crackling energy of Pikachu's attack cleaved through the air, meeting its mark with unerring accuracy.

Time seemed to stand still as I watched in stunned silence. Lysandre's body, now severed from his head, tumbled to the ground in a grotesque, lifeless heap. The weight of the moment settled upon me, a mixture of shock, disbelief, and awe at Pikachu's unwavering loyalty to his trainer.

Emotions surged within me, an amalgamation of astonishment and a sense of grim satisfaction. Pikachu's swift and decisive action had severed the source of darkness that had threatened to engulf Ash and all those he held dear. It was a testament to the bond between Ash and his pokemon, a bond so strong that even in the face of an imminent threat, they acted as a united front, protecting one another at all costs.