Pokémon: Chronicles of Freedom-Chapter 540 - 539: The Elders of Mt. Pyre

Entering the interior of Mt. Pyre, they found themselves in a peculiar space, like a small separate world. There were plants, flowing water, and a gentle breeze, but the sky was gray, without a sun.

The light inside came from glowing stones and moss covering the mountain walls, making the illumination inside not much different from the outside.

"Is this the interior of Mt. Pyre? Or a strange alternate space?" Cain silently wondered.

In the Pokémon world, alternate spaces weren't uncommon. Many Pokémon had the ability to create such spaces. For example, the Haunter hiding in Cain's shadow wasn't actually in the shadow; it had created an alternate space within it.

The same went for Mismagius's mysterious vault, filled with strange items, where there were likely more than a few Supreme-quality Dusk Stones.

However, the high concentration of ghostly energy in this space was undeniable. This was the legendary Mt. Pyre, a place where few people could survive for long.

If someone stayed here too long, the ghostly energies would invade their body, corrupting their being.

It wasn't surprising that telekinesis was required to enter this place. Without some form of psychic protection, the human body wouldn't be able to withstand such energy.

"Come on, Cain. Don't lower your telekinetic guard for even a second; otherwise, the ghostly energy will invade you quickly. At first, I thought I wouldn't be able to protect two people with my 'spiritual force,' but I see you can handle it on your own," Phoebe explained as she moved forward.

Meanwhile, the Dusclops that had accompanied them until now retreated; this was its true home.

Cain observed a large number of Ghost-type Pokémon around him, many of them high-level and of great quality.

Compared to the Pokémon he'd seen outside, these were clearly superior, which made sense given the much denser ghostly energy here.

Haunter, who had stayed close to Cain all this time, seemed to thrive in this environment, absorbing large amounts of ghostly energy with every breath. If it had to fight here, its endurance and battle power would multiply.

This place was a true paradise (or hell) for Ghost-type Pokémon.

Phoebe, evidently familiar with the area, knew not only every corner of the environment but also all the Pokémon living there.

She had even given them all names, and while some Pokémon seemed indifferent, they inevitably responded when Phoebe called them.

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The Dusclops that had left earlier was merely average compared to the other Pokémon here. If all the Ghost Pokémon in this area organized into an army, they could easily devastate several cities.

Even the combined forces of Mauville City's underground groups would struggle to stop them. The level of power here was astonishing.

As they walked, Cain's system kept scanning the Pokémon around him. Occasionally, he spotted one with excellent quality, near the upper limits of Ghost-type Pokémon.

With a bit of training, these Pokémon could reach their full potential.

After about twenty minutes of walking, they arrived at what appeared to be a tranquil garden with bridges and streams, though the lack of sunlight made it somewhat less charming.

In the center stood an old house, slightly out of place. In front of the house, two elderly people sat calmly: the grandmother knitting a sweater, and the grandfather enjoying a cup of tea, exuding an aura of absolute peace.

This place, though a bit cold and devoid of sunlight, was the perfect retreat for a peaceful retirement.

Phoebe, upon seeing her grandparents, ran toward them and shouted, "Grandparents! I brought someone!"

Hearing her, the elderly couple stopped what they were doing and turned their gaze to Cain.

They saw the telekinetic energy surrounding him, noticed the Haunter floating beside him, and finally focused on the Mismagius accompanying him.

Upon seeing Mismagius, both elders furrowed their brows slightly before exchanging a glance, confirming their thoughts.

However, the moment passed quickly. When Phoebe reached their side, both showed loving smiles, their wrinkled faces softening as they embraced their granddaughter.

Cain crossed the small bridge, approached the elders, and respectfully bowed, waiting in silence.

(End of Chapter)