Riegan smiled gently. “If a god of a world like myself is afraid to
step down and help, what kind of leader am I? One that isn’t worthy
to be followed, of course.”
Arceus smiled. "True. That is what happened to me. I tried to help
and Darkrai tried to curse me. Instead, it resulted in me losing my
memories and turning into Lycanroc."
“There are risks, I understand. I myself have almost died while
defending my realm, almost stabbed to death by a hoard of
spears...” Riegan said. “Even so, I do not regret anything.”
"That is how I feel as well. Now, we can end this destruction once
and for all." Arceus said as they recalled the feeling as Darkrai
attempted to curse them.
A cold wind blew through the room. Arceus changed their type so
that they were a Fairy-type. Darkrai came in. He sneered and used
Dark Pulse which Arceus countered with Judgment which was
fairy-type currently.