Three points of… fire, yes, that what they were. Those blurred clusters of flame gently rocked back and forth like a pendulum as the pokémon swayed in its spot, hazy and purple. As it swayed, it turned, and something new came into view: two bright yellow points of light blasted through the frost like high beams and seared directly into Ingo’s soul.
He crossed the plaza without thinking. Something in his brain screamed at him to touch it, to feel it, even if it burned–
