The island below was completely wiped clean of any trace of Humanity. A large column of smoke and steam, that could be seen for miles came up from Cinnabar. If anyone was still alive they had the best signal for help they could have hoped for. Still it faded in the distance as they left the region.
Mewtwo just laid there in the Human’s grasp. Giving no sign of responding to that mental message or anything at all.
“Must be too tired… I don’t blame them.”
Rebecca just held the little Pokemon close as Zeke carefully landed, allowing her to get off and run into the Center. She immediately called for Bianca, who carefully put the little Pokemon onto a gurney before wheeling them into the treatment room.
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