Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Hands of Creation

Chapter 60 - Black Clouds

The rush of thoughts that swirled through Rhys' mind in that instance was incomprehensible even to himself. His heart raced with an adrenaline he hadn't felt in centuries; the aura that leaked through his paws felt like cinders. That dense pit in his stomach finally blossomed into a great, burning coal that cooked him from the inside.

Rhys rushed for Nevren. But Anam was in the way; the bulky dragon swung at Rhys with no technique or reason. That made it easy to dodge, but it was still a dodge. Rhys jumped away, gaining distance between him and the puppet Goodra, whose tears still flowed from his blank eyes.

"Nevren!" Rhys shouted. He swung his arm to the side, aura embers dancing in front of him in a small shower of lights. "You—what are you doing?!"

There was no way. Nevren had worked with Anam for centuries. Countless inventions to build Kilo Village to its current, advanced, peaceful state. The world had finally been unified and at peace! Save for the Guardians, there had been no more peaceful a time in all of Kilo than this very day. And Nevren was behind a large portion of it, all for the world.

"You said that Anam deserved the world!" Rhys roared, aiming an Aura Sphere toward Nevren, but the ember flickered with hesitation.

"I did," Nevren said, expression unchanging. "And at the time, I meant it. But unfortunately, centuries have passed, circumstances have changed... and perhaps Eon was right after all."

"You... you TRAITOR!" Rhys' Aura Sphere flared to life. He fired directly at Nevren, but Anam stood in the way, taking the blast instead. His gooey chest burst apart, spattering the walls, but more of the purple slime slid into place.

This time, Anam's throat glowed with red fire. Rhys' instincts screamed to get further away, and he had to obey. He jumped back again, gaining more distance, just in time to leap to the right to dodge the flames that singed his fur. He blasted another Sphere toward Nevren, but once more, in the narrow halls, Anam took the blow. This time, Anam's arm lost its shape, returning to normal after a few seconds.

"Ironic," Nevren said, "to call me a traitor, when you were the first to make that Divine Promise to Zena, explicitly abandoning your role."

"My role," Rhys repeated, aura sensors rising with his anger and overflowing power. "I never had a role here."

Nevren shrugged. "Star created us to gather the Orbs. Is that not—"

"Don't be so coy with me," Rhys hissed. "You know that's a lie. We were never created. We were conscripted."

"I suppose, yes. Auras cleansed with just her mark on our ancestry, all for the purpose of her divine mission. A bit haughty, in hindsight, is it not? And Star did warn us herself that should she ever lose heart, we should carry on for the greater good. We all know she was an undisciplined god. She herself knew this would happen. A rare moment of foresight. More irony for the Psychic, I suppose."

Rhys finally caught his breath during the pause. "Then I suppose I lost heart just as she did. What we're doing is not for the greater good. It is just borne from a desire for power. That much is obvious."

"Then you would prefer how things are now?"

Rhys kept his muscles tense and ready for any sudden movements from Anam. Despite this, he faltered briefly. Thinking that Anam would take advantage of this, he redoubled his stance and fired a warning Sphere toward him. Anam swung one of his horns and knocked it into the wall, shattering the rocks.

Nevren continued, casually waving his right spoon in a small circle. "Biding your time and living in blissful ignorance. Satisfied and resigned with your eternity. Does this not bother you, Rhys?"