[Opal]
"...keep you here, you know too much for your own good. And your
friends will be coming for you. What a shame that they will be
obliterated by my force."
It seemed as though a someone was talking to another...
There was a brief silence.
"No words hm? Does that mean you are truly terrified?"
"...no. For I still believe in them."
It was that voice which was familiar
[Opal]
"Well now...hmph. It seems as though they've moving fast..."
"As I said, they will never lose to the likes of you."
"Hmhmhm...it seems like I can't keep you here any longer...it's
time to move you further away."
"..."
"Time to leave."
"Ngh...!"
Opal came in just in time to see a Darkrai and a Lucario, who had
been bound at the arms and feet warp away.
It was unknown whether the Lucario saw Opal enter or not.
“.........” Just a few moments. If he hadn’t been so cautious......
the mask dissapeared from his paws. He screamed. It was of several
emotions he hadn’t felt in a long while. Anger. Greif. He released
a shockwave that obliterated his immediate surroundings, even
widening out the room around him. Guilt. That was the third
feeling, but unlike the other emotions he felt that one much to
often.
Mordred decided to go with the minority. Wandering into door 4, the
sound of her claws against the hard floor echoed around her. Recent
times have made her feel small, sad, weak...
[Mordred]
She would soon come across Opal...who was there...uninjured but in
emotional distress
[Others]
The maze was soon done. There wasn't much on the other side
except...?
A diagram of sorts, hidden in a chest.
"Hey hey! We should bring this back to the others!" Emerald
exclaimed
Opal was slowly reining in his emotions. But his white marks were
still glowing enough to illuminate the immediate area. But he
wasn’t levitating, just sitting there. He didn’t immediately
respond either. “.........I....I’m fine....”
Fortem approached the end of the maze. "I think we're here!" He
said, tail wagging. He walked forward to the ending, his paw pads
aching. He'd been doing a lot of walking on tough ground, and even
for a rock type, it was a little hard on his feet.