Advent: Explorers of Boundaries

♠︎The Return Of The Purple Witch

In a shadowed, desolate cave in Lant, a twisted portal ripped open, swirling with dark energy as shrill, demented laughter erupted from within. The walls reverberated with the sound, warping with each pulse. Out of the darkness, a figure drifted forward—Mismagius, her expression a mask of madness, eyes gleaming with manic delight.

Meanwhile, in the remote Hidden Sanctuary, the ghostly Sceptile gasped, his spectral form trembling. "No… it can't be," he whispered, his voice laced with dread. He turned to Elton and Muffy, urgency in his gaze. "Mismagius… she's arrived. There's no time—we must get to the Four Sword, now!"

Elton huffed, shaking his head. "Look, you've warned us about her, but this? It sounds like you're just spooked by shadows."

Yet, as if in direct response, the world began to change. Above, the sky deepened into an ominous blood-red, twisting faces forming in the clouds, their hollow eyes and grins fixed in every direction as they wailed. Across the regions, unnatural darkness pooled over the land. The air grew thick, toxic; a foul poison seeped into the earth, skies, and waters. Terrified Pokémon found themselves paralyzed, turned to stone, their last expressions frozen in fear.

Wild pink lightning split the heavens, casting harsh, sickening flashes that struck without mercy. In the gloom, a fog drifted, snaring Pokémon who breathed it in, turning them into frenzied monsters that attacked everything in sight. The entire world pulsed under a new dark rhythm, bending reality, twisting minds.

High in the air, Mismagius floated, her voice a distorted whisper and a piercing scream all at once, layered with countless other voices that only she could hear. She tilted her head, laughing, her eyes empty of sanity. "Oh, yes! It's perfect, isn't it? The red sky, the poisoned air! Hahaha! Do you see, do you see?! They all watch—they know! Don't they? Or do they not?! Hush now, I'm telling them!" She scowled, her face contorting, as if arguing with invisible entities around her. "I'm already doing it! Silence, silence! They'll pay—every one of them. Turn them to stone, make them choke on their memories! Yesss, they'll never escape, not even in sleep or death!"

Her voice dropped to a soft, chilling tone, whispering to no one, "All the voices… I hear them all… They want revenge… Yes, revenge! I'll turn their dreams into nightmares and their world into my own playground…" She broke into another fit of hysterical laughter, her aura expanding like tendrils of darkness over the land.

Back in the sanctuary, Elton, Muffy, and the ghostly Sceptile felt the weight of her curse pressing against them. The ground seemed to ripple beneath their feet, trying to throw them back, yet Sceptile's power shielded them from the worst of the dark presence.

Elton's confidence faded, replaced by disbelief. "I… I didn't think she'd go this far. She's not playing around this time…"

"This is far worse than last time…" Muffy whispered, her voice trembling as she looked around at the haunting, twisted landscape surrounding them.

The ghostly Sceptile's gaze steeled, glowing with determination. "There's no other way. The Four Sword is our only hope. Onward!" With a sweep of his spectral arm, he led them forward, pushing through the suffocating darkness. They could feel Mismagius' influence everywhere, her laughter echoing in their minds, filling them with a creeping, inescapable dread as they pressed on, hoping the Four Sword would be enough to end her reign of terror.