On a rain-drenched night steeped in the scent of blood, the air seemed thick with an unsettling silence, so dense that even the rhythmic patter of raindrops appeared to be swallowed whole.
"But... why?"
Its trainer had been assassinated without explanation, collapsing into a pool of blood. Fragments of memories surged through Lucario’s mind in an overwhelming torrent, countless recollections playing simultaneously, bombarding its brain with a high-pitched hum.
"There is no 'why.' I’ve lost everything. What’s wrong with taking someone down with me?"
With a roar of fury, it unleashed a violent barrage of punches, each strike burning with a searing rage. The force of its blows tore through the raindrops and the blood-soaked mist, as if it could shatter the very world around it.
Yet after the vengeance, a hollow emptiness swept through its nerves like a tidal wave. The pain of losing its closest companion was not assuaged by the death it had delivered. The fragments of the past, mingled with the fleeting glimpses of a future now rendered uncertain, dissolved into tears, mingling with the rainwater, vanishing in the confusion of its expression.
When the first rays of dawn pierced through the darkness like a thousand arrows, they struck Lucario's body, and in that moment, it was no longer the hopeful warrior it once was—the Pokémon that had once nestled beside its trainer, carefree and full of promise. What remained was but a solitary figure, fading slowly into the mist that still lingered in the wake of the storm.
As for where it went? Ha. I am merely a narrator. How could I possibly know?
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