And Roy himself wasn't in any better condition.
Guzzlord had chosen to attack alongside Murkrow and Sharpedo, and their combined power was so overwhelming that even the Tapu guardian deities couldn't defend against them.
After discovering that sacrificing Caroline's heart hadn't released the imprisonment, Guzzlord realized it might have captured the wrong person.
Since Roy was the only human left in the entire Alola spiritual realm, he naturally couldn't escape Guzzlord's frenzied pursuit.
Even when Solgaleo tried its best to intervene, it was no match for Lunala's sudden betrayal combined with Guzzlord's power.
Solgaleo fell in the Alola spiritual realm, and finally returned to dust.
As Roy turned his gaze, he saw his Pokémon partners die tragically before his eyes, and then felt a sharp pain in his chest.
Looking down, his chest was already hollow.
It turned out he was already dead.
Roy raised his eyelids and looked around. Alola's sea had turned red, the sky was covered with black clouds, and only Murkrow reveled in its power, preying on all Pokémon without mercy.
The Alola spiritual realm—the land was destroyed.
Roy's eyes snapped open, sweat beading on his forehead.
Lucario, who was outside the tent, heard Roy stirring and knew he was awake.
"Are you awake?"
Roy breathed heavily, feeling as though his head was splitting. It took a while before breathing became easier.
Roy opened the tent flap and stepped out, only to see Lucario's worried expression.
"How are you feeling?"
Roy listened to the lively sounds of Pokémon training around him, saw Lucario's concerned face before him, and gazed into the distance at vast expanses of beautiful clouds.
"It was a dream..."
Roy felt a heavy weight lift from his heart.
Roy stroked Lucario's head twice, indicating he was fine.
"It's okay. It was just a nightmare."
When Lucario saw that Roy's condition wasn't bad, it relaxed and smiled.
"Good."
Then, seeing that Roy was awake, the Pokémon rushed over chirping excitedly, saying they had finished their training for the day.
Blastoise mentioned that it had recently learned about many underwater routes, and if there was an opportunity, it would take Roy to explore them.
Roy naturally agreed readily.
This sparked Mimikyu's displeasure, who muttered that it wanted to go too.
For the normally shy Mimikyu to say this meant it really wanted to go.
But Blastoise, as if deliberately teasing Mimikyu, said it wouldn't bring it along.
The frustrated Mimikyu declared it would "fight to the death" with Blastoise.
Blastoise stuck out its tongue playfully and ran toward the beach.
Immediately, the geyser camp was filled with laughter again.
Roy watched the Pokémon playing with each other and felt deeply moved.
The Illuminati were not good people, and they had many schemes.
Everyone knew there would be a major battle between the Pokémon Alliance and the Illuminati.
Moreover, the Illuminati had become increasingly rampant in recent years, making time very urgent.
Roy had to become stronger quickly—not only to avenge Electivire and Cosmog, but also to protect the world's precious peace.
As the sky darkened, Roy had dinner while thinking about the three berry tree saplings he had just exchanged but hadn't had time to deliver yet.
Roy called to Lucario and took him to Lycanroc's territory.
Salamence spread its wings and took flight, carrying Roy and Lucario to Lycanroc's territory without complaint.
Speaking of which, if Lucario and Salamence hadn't accidentally spotted a Lycanroc emerging from underground, Roy really might not have been able to find Lycanroc's territory, given how well-hidden these native Pokémon kept their homes.
The leader of the Lycanroc pack was arranging tasks for the clan members to do the next day when it spotted Salamence's conspicuous large wings in the distance.
Some Lycanroc suggested calling more clan members over—what if they wanted to start a war?
With one comment, the Lycanroc present panicked, looking around uncertainly.
At this moment, the Lycanroc leader had to step up.
The Lycanroc leader shook its head, indicating there was no need, then took the lead in going to meet Roy and the others.
When the other Lycanroc saw this, they couldn't let their leader face everything alone.
They all gathered their courage and followed the Lycanroc leader.
Meanwhile, Roy, seeing the Lycanroc suddenly staring at him and his group, thought they might want to fight.
But after thinking about it, he realized he had flown over without greeting them first—maybe they really did have a traditional custom of "no visitors at night."
Lucario said its Trainer shouldn't think about so many useless things.
Even if Pokémon belonged to the same species, they didn't have the leisure to hold "festivals" like humans did.
Roy had been very busy recently and felt he had learned a lot from this experience.
It turned out to be quite easy for Roy to be a guest of the Lycanroc clan, especially after he revealed to the Lycanroc leader that he had come to express his gratitude.
At first, the leader said it was nothing, but when it saw Roy's empty hands, its tail drooped.
"It seems Roy didn't agree to my request..."
"Well, this was indeed a difficult task to ask."
Even thinking this way, the Lycanroc leader entertained Roy and the others in its own way.
Later, when Roy took out a berry tree sapling to show his thanks, the entire Vast Poni Canyon became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The Lycanroc leader was the first to react and stammered out the question on its mind.
"Is this really for us?"
Roy smiled slightly and replied, "Of course. Lucario already told me about it."
The Lycanroc leader struggled to move its gaze from the three saplings to Lucario's face.
Lucario nodded with an expression that seemed to say this had nothing to do with it.
The Lycanroc leader calmed itself and asked others to plant the saplings, but at the last moment changed its mind, saying it would plant the trees personally.
Roy had nothing else to do, so he naturally followed the large group of excited Lycanroc who could barely contain themselves, wanting to see how they planted the trees.
Perhaps this patch of land had been thirsty for too long. It absorbed every drop of water eagerly, and the Lycanroc in charge of watering became so anxious it stomped in frustration.
"This is infuriating! This is already the sixth bucket of water!"