"The catastrophic clash between Legendary Pokémon Groudon and Kyogre—illegally provoked by the criminal organizations Team Magma and Team Aqua—has devastated countless cities across the Hoenn region,"
announced the grim-faced news anchor. A harrowing montage of flooded streets and collapsed skyscrapers played across the television screen, resembling scenes from a post-apocalyptic nightmare.
"KABOOM!!"
The cataclysm tore through the shoreline where ocean and land collided. Above the maelstrom, the sky had shattered into fragments—one half blazing with the hellish glow of magma, the other swallowed by the crushing void of the deep. It was as though the gods had ripped the heavens apart to crown a victor in this ancient war of elements.
The eastern skies had become a forge for the Primordial Titan's rage. An artificial sun—a searing orb of condemned light—hung in the cloudless void, its radiance so vicious it bleached the heavens into a feverish white. Below this executioner's pyre, the world melted. Air itself liquefied into wavering ripples, while the ground cracked like overfired porcelain. From every fissure rose serpentine plumes of corrosive steam, their translucent bodies hissing with promises of dissolution. To inhale was to feel one's lungs corrode; to blink was to risk eyelids fusing shut. This was no climate—it was an exorcism by fire.
The western skies convulsed under Kyogre's wrath. Thunderclouds blackened the horizon, their bellies split by cracks of cursed lightning. Rain fell not in drops but in knives—horizontal volleys of ice-edged water propelled by winds that carried the Arctic's dying breath. This was no ordinary storm; it was Kyogre's Primordial Sea incarnate, a deluge meant to drown continents.
The drone operator embodied either journalistic audacity or a death wish. Though the drone trembled kilometers from ground zero, each frame pulsed with impending doom. Viewers worldwide recoiled as primal roars of Groudon and Kyogre rumbled through speakers—the broadcast delivering not just visuals, but the gut-wrenching certainty that death loomed seconds away from the foolhardy.
The ancient landscape towered before them—a raw, untamed force of nature that stirred both reverence and terror in the human heart.
And still, the figure who held the answer lingered just beyond the camera's grasp—
"GROOOOOAAAAH!!"
The roar wasn't a sound—it was a seismic event. A shockwave tore across the battlefield, ripping a jagged rift in the fabric of time. Through that breach poured the suffocating heat of a Cretaceous jungle, its ancient rage condensed into a single bestial cry. The air reeked of bloodied metal and lightning-struck earth. Above the chaos, rain hung suspended—then detonated into a blizzard of razor-edged ice, each shard reflecting the hellscape below.
From behind the dragonback ridges of the Hoenn mountains erupted Groudon in its Primal Reversion—a living apocalypse clad in lava-armored plates that dwarfed the tallest skyscrapers. Its every step split the earth, the scorched ground beneath its claws transmuting into fields of jagged obsidian. Where the behemoth passed, ancient forests ignited into vortexes of ash, their canopies collapsing like carbonized lace.
Like the Behemoth of legend staking its claim over the Danne wastes, Groudon commanded rivers of molten lava to erupt from the earth's heart. The searing flows twisted into a throne of igneous rock beneath its talons—a seat forged by the planet's molten core. Driven by geothermal rage, the titan stormed toward the ocean frontier. Every footfall birthed obsidian spires that towered briefly before crumbling under its mass. Its jagged maw split into a roar older than civilization, those magma-chamber eyes fixed on the oceanic leviathan who dared dispute its reign as sovereign of stone.
The titan's crimson armor shimmered with the iridescent sheen of cooling lava, the cracks between plates glowing an unearthly cyan—Hoenn's molten heart reforged into a war machine. Its talons, sharp enough to gut aircraft carriers, glinted alongside serrated spikes that hummed with telluric energy. Each barb warped the air around it, bending light into Einsteinian haloes. But the true horror lay in those eyes: twin blazing suns of gold that mirrored the fury of subduction zones, where continents are dragged screaming into the mantle.
"SHHHHAAAAA——!!!"
Kyogre's cry wasn't a sound—it was the ocean's death rattle. As Primal Groudon's magma deluge poisoned the shallows, the sea god retaliated with a tsunami so colossal it scraped the stratosphere. The wave's crown froze into an Arctic hellscape mid-arc, its crystalline fury slamming against Groudon's continental bulwark. Where fire and ice collided, reality broke.
"SHHHKKKRRREEE——!!!"
The sound wasn't a hiss—it was the sky tearing open.
In that cataclysmic nanosecond, the colliding auras of Primal Kyogre and Groudon birthed a plasma storm that devoured reality. Five-hundred-kilometer-wide tendrils of ionized fog wrapped the planet like a death shroud.
"KRAKOOOOOM!!!"
Kyogre's roar was Poseidon's trident splitting the sky.
The Leviathan's cry tore reality asunder– a tsunami made sound that crashed into Primal Groudon like the Atlantic itself vomiting its wrath. This wasn't mere noise; it was the ocean's soul given voice.
"KABOOM!!"
The camera feed died in a burst of static. Even the League's veteran reporters fell back as reality cracked under the Primal Titans' clash. That final frame—glitching and warped—said it all: humanity's tech was now as pointless as pebbles against continental plates.
BREAKING NEWS UPDATE
"This just in from our field team: After hours of devastation caused by Primal Groudon and Kyogre's clash, Mega Rayquaza descended from the upper atmosphere—its emerald form radiating draconic supremacy. Eyewitnesses report the Sky High Pokémon unleashed a *Dragon Ascent* so overwhelming that both titans were forced to revert to dormancy. The immediate threat is neutralized... but experts warn this ceasefire may be temporary."
The anchor kept reading from the teleprompter as the broadcast cut to distant, grainy photos—likely snapped from a shaky long-lens camera:
The photos vary in angle, yet all show the same scene: a sleek azure dragon—Mega Rayquaza—tearing through a sky split between scorching sun and monsoon rains. Riding the storm's fury, it plunged into the titans' battleground and forced Primal Groudon and Kyogre into submission with a single thunderous roar.
"The Hoenn region faces unprecedented challenges in the wake of Primal Groudon's rampage," the anchor reported over footage of smoldering landscapes.
The TV clicked off, plunging the room into silence. Yet for Alex, the collapsing city refused to fade—its ruins still flickering behind his closed eyes like a cursed film reel.
He was eighteen – a forgettable freshman in the Pokémon Breeding Program and a reincarnated soul with nothing remarkable to his name.
Recently, Alex awoke in a world where Pokémon and humans coexist in harmony.He soon realized this world was a fusion of his old life and the Pokémon world—keeping everything he knew intact, but now with Pokémon woven seamlessly into daily life. This wasn't a reboot; it was Earth's next evolutionary step.
Alex hadn't transmigrated into any canonical Pokémon regions — the recognized realms of Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, Sinnoh, Unova, Kalos, Alora, or Galar. Given recent events, being spared relocation to Hoenn's disaster-stricken territories proved a serendipitous mercy.
As a diehard Pokémon fan, Alex was over the moon about this dimensional twist — his old life blended perfectly with a world now teeming with Pikachu and Charizard.
This world kept his family, friends, and daily life exactly as he remembered—but now with Pokémon woven into every corner. For someone who'd obsessed over these creatures since age six, it felt like stepping into a childhood fantasy. Not just a new reality—the perfect dream.
Getting his first Pokémon during freshman orientation had Alex grinning like an idiot — even if his broke college budget left him stuck with a Caterpie.
But so what if it was just a Caterpie?
Clearly you've never faced the tyranny of a Sleep Powder + Choice Scarf Butterfree in competitive battles.
Even a Caterpie could theoretically one-shot Rayquaza with a perfectly timed Electroweb!
Alex's plan was straightforward: crush the Pokémon Breeding Program, graduate with honors, then pick between two paths—become a Breeder or chase adventure as a Trainer exploring this Pokémon-packed world. Both choices were equally valid here.
Until recently, the criminal activities of Team Magma and Team Aqua had been the top story on every news channel.
In a coordinated strike, Hoenn's extremist factions—Team Magma and Team Aqua —assaultedMt. Pyre, a sacred site for Pokémon spirits located on Route 122. Their goal: to steal theScarlet and Azure Orbs, ancient relics guarded for centuries by the mountain's elders.
As anticipated, their objective manifested as a reckless gambit to awaken Hoenn's slumbering Ancient Pokémon — Groudon and Kyogre — through means expressly forbidden by historical accords.
Simultaneously, the coordinated operations of these eco-terrorist factions triggered immediate mobilization of League counterterrorism task forces, while civilian discourse erupted into a social media wildfire.
In a world where humans and Pokémon thrive together, these creatures captivate everyone. But no topic dominates online debates like Groudon andKyogre, the Legendary Pokémon shrouded in myths that shaped Hoenn's history. Their legendary clash — once etched in cave paintings — now trends across every platform, memes and theories spreading faster than a Speed Boost Sharpedo.
When it comes to Groudon and Kyogre, the conversation always starts with their raw power — the kind that reshapes continents and floods entire regions like a scene ripped from Hoenn's creation myths. Forget trending hashtags; these titans make hurricanes look like a Magikarp's splash.
The incident blew up across competitive Pokémon communities overnight. A Reddit post on /r/Pokémon titled "If Team Magma/Aqua Wake Up Groudon & Kyogre – How Does the League Stop Them?" exploded with 2.4 million views in 48 hours.
Alex couldn't suppress a grin as the forums erupted.
Unlike the masses debating the League Champions' combat efficacy while ignorant of Groudon and Kyogre's primordial terror,
Alex knew with bone-deep certainty: even if Team Magma and Aqua succeeded in awakening the Behemoths, Rayquaza – the Third Deity woven into Hoenn's celestial mandate – would descend as the Arbiter of Balance, its Delta Stream neutralizing their cataclysmic feud with draconic finality.
No need to panic.
Alex declared, "No matter — I shall intervene!"
Whenever debates turned to Pokémon legends, Alex transformed into a forum gremlin.
His remarks, dripping with cringeworthy chuunibyou flair, ironically sparked a wildfire of engagement across forums.
[Peak Pokémon storytelling right there!]
[Bro pulling a Dragon Ascent save when the world needed it most]
[As someone who watched his Caterpie evolve' into Rayquaza]
For a glorious hour, the subreddit exploded into pure internet serotonin. Upvotes rained down like Exp. Share stardust, while Twitter stans speed-painted fanart of Caterpie cosplaying as Rayquaza. Even the mods surrendered to the him delulu agenda, pinning a "Certified Hood Classic" flair to the thread.
Alex had no idea his quiet life was ending. Before he could blink, a glitch in his mysterious power — one he never asked for — crashed into his world, dragging absurd problems straight to his doorstep.
"BANG!"
Alex stared out the window in bewilderment.
A pink-antennaed Caterpie crash-landed on the lawn, its Y-shaped feelers twitching mid-embarrassed grin. Though clearly not a Flying-type, faint sparkles still clung to its body from the improvised takeoff. It peered through the window at Alex — both equally stunned by this Magikarp cosplay attempt gone wrong.
Nearby, shattered remnants of a Pokémon training target dummy littered the ground - clear evidence of this Caterpie's failed attempt to moderate its power while practicing a Flying-type move.
"..."
Alex remained silent, his gaze fixed on the system interface before him — detailed data of Caterpie's diligently trained moves displayed across the holographic screen:
[Dragon Ascent Progress: 20% Unlocked]