"Is this… really what they call a battle between Pokémon?!"

Green screamed, her voice shaking with terror, as a steel beam — meters long — crashed into the ground just two meters away from her.

Seeing it stab a full meter deep into the earth, she swallowed hard.

If that beam had landed on her, she knew she'd be dead in an instant, crushed and torn apart from within.

Crouching in the ruins of a toppled building, Green peered out through gaps in the steel framework, forcing her wide eyes to take in the sky above.

Even though she was still a thousand meters from those two brilliant violet lights…

Even though she hid among hundreds of tons of rubble…

Green felt no sense of safety at all.

Together with her Wartortle, she trembled, constantly scanning the skies around her, fearing the next moment when some deadly piece of debris might come crashing down — each chunk weighing hundreds of kilos, studded with rebar, striking the ground with bone-shaking force that made her heart quail.

What Green witnessed was a kind of battle she had never seen — never even imagined.

This wasn't two trainers bowing on a stadium floor before calling out their Pokémon, exchanging blows with careful strategy.

This wasn't some skirmish in the wild, where clever trainers used quick thinking to escape a swarm of wild Pokémon.

No.

What raged above her head was no mere battle — it was war.

A clash of godlike beings, something out of myth.

Like the legends of ancient gods descending from the heavens.

Or the ultimate weapons of destruction, forged by humanity in distant history.

For the first time, Green truly understood the helplessness of humans in wartime — confronted by power so vast it could erase everything.

She felt her own smallness, reduced to crouching in a dusty corner, praying for mercy.

"How… how did humans ever survive alongside creatures like this…?"

She whispered, half in disbelief.

In her mind, Pokémon had always been peaceful partners — companions.

Sure, they were powerful, but they still obeyed their trainers, followed commands, and lived like beloved pets.

But that idea was shattered now.

Watching these godlike powers tear apart steel and stone, Green realized that in the eyes of such legendary Pokémon, humans weren't special at all.

Faced with power that could reshape the earth and sky, humans could only tremble in fear and hope not to be crushed.

Yet… maybe that wasn't the whole truth.

Even humans could control beings as mighty as gods — and fight them on near-equal terms.

Green's gaze sharpened, her eyes flickering with fascination.

She stared at the figure of the young man fighting in that storm of purple light.

All around him, the air itself was soaked with psychic energy so dense it seemed to burn the lungs.

Green didn't dare even to fly away now; every single particle of psychic force could spark a chain reaction, triggering devastation beyond imagining.

They stood in Cerulean's forgotten satellite city — once a bustling industrial town complete with factories, homes, and streets.

Now, the entire expanse had become the battlefield for two beings so powerful they seemed to have stepped out of legend.

And under their feet, the city lay in ruins.

The sky twisted under colliding psychic blasts.

The earth erupted in chains of explosions from falling energy orbs.

Concrete and steel alike were obliterated without trace.

The heavens wept. The earth screamed.

Green watched a massive stone coliseum crumble into dust — once a place built by people to host Pokémon battles, like the ancient Roman arenas.

Tons upon tons of steel and rubble floated in the air, hurled back and forth by unseen forces, smashing everything in their path.

In that moment, Green truly believed: even an entire island could be ripped from the ocean and turned into a floating fortress by such power.

"No wonder he laughed at me," she whispered hoarsely.

"Catch Mew? I'd be lucky just to survive being near it!"

Curled up in the shadows, Green clutched her camera rig, recording every second of this once-in-a-lifetime clash.

Compared to the ruined city, she was tiny, almost invisible — and as long as she stayed quiet and out of sight, she wouldn't draw the attention of those two legends.

"The Rocket Gang… how terrifying," she murmured.

"They actually managed to create such a monster. No wonder they spent so much to hunt down Mew."

"But… can something like Mewtwo really be created again? You can't mass-produce monsters like this."

Green doubted the Rockets could repeat their miracle.

To violate the domain of the gods and succeed even once was incredible enough.

Trying again would surely invite disaster.

Yet, in her heart, Green also felt grudging respect.

If she ever got the chance, she thought, she'd sneak into Rocket bases and see what other wonders their forbidden science had produced.

After all, the rumors about Rocket Gang and Silph Co. being in league… probably weren't rumors at all.

Silph Co. was the world's most advanced tech giant — only a company like that could supply the Rockets.

A single Psystrike Blade cleaved through a towering building.

The cut surface gleamed smooth as glass before the upper half of the structure toppled with a grinding groan, crashing down to earth and sending dust clouds hundreds of meters high.

"There!"

By now, Logan and Mewtwo were almost fused in thought, their senses intertwined.

Even Mew's sudden Teleport couldn't hide it from Logan; he could track its path.

Logan and Mewtwo raised their hands in perfect unison.

In Mewtwo's grasp, the spoon it held extended like an iron staff, growing dozens of meters in an instant.

Mew, appearing mid-teleport, barely had time to register what happened.

With a heart-wrenching "Mew—!!" the small creature was swatted aside as if hit by a train, smashing through multiple buildings before slamming into a steel wall, which dented deeply from the impact.

Mew was no match for Mewtwo.

In twenty minutes of brutal combat, Logan saw the truth.

Even though Mew's psychic power was strange and elusive, even though it seemed godlike to humans…

When it came to sheer destructive force, Mewtwo had the edge.

The Rockets had succeeded: they'd created the ultimate war machine.

And they'd failed: that weapon was taken from them before they could claim victory.

Throughout those twenty minutes, Mew could only dodge and defend, its attacks scattered and ineffective.

All its clever psychic tricks couldn't beat raw power.

If the fight kept going, victory would be Mewtwo's.

But—

"My body… I can't hold on any longer!"

Logan looked at his left arm.

The skin writhed and discolored, like a living curse spreading slowly toward his shoulder.

Pain that had once been tolerable was now unbearable.

Sweat streamed down his forehead, and his posture hunched under weakness.

In that moment of distraction, Mew — driven by panic — unleashed a devastating psychic cannon.

Connected as they were, Mewtwo faltered too.

When they realized, it was too late.

With a sky-tearing boom, the heavens flashed violet.

Logan's body was struck like a ragdoll by an invisible iron hammer, thrown violently from the heights toward the ruined ground below.

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