Eevee — the Pokémon of infinite potential — was defined by its unstable genes.
Researchers had confirmed seven or eight known evolution paths…
But records suggested over a dozen more forms never witnessed by humankind.
Not even Logan understood how his Eevee evolved this way.
No stones.
No special environment.
Maybe it was bond. Trust. Will.
Or perhaps… something birthed by Logan's unique Draconic Aura.
Regardless — after mastering Fire, Water, Electric, Psychic, Dark, and Fairy evolutions —
Eevee awakened a brand-new path: Dragon-Type Evolution.
Just like a mythical creature.
And until the world discovered how this evolution was even possible, Logan's Dragon-Eevee would be the one and only in existence — as legendary as a god.
Both Lance and Cynthia — experts among elites — stared skyward in speechless awe.
A white Pokémon descended slowly from the bursting light.
Like all Eeveelutions, it was enchanting — graceful — otherworldly.
Its long ears curled elegantly, twin whisker-like tendrils decorating its face.
Flowing pale-green mane trailed along its spine down to its tail, where shimmering feathers bloomed like wings of an angelic wyrm.
Whiskers, mane, tail — every feature echoed the bloodline of dragons.
The first Dragon-Eevee.
The only Dragon-Eevee.
Logan's voice cracked through the stunned silence like thunder:
"Dragon-Eevee — Dragon Rush!"
Eevee had become Espeon just for positioning — the high altitude needed for dive momentum.
A ringing, crystalline dragon-cry tore the clouds apart.
Shimmering armor-like aura coated its body, forming a meteor of silver-white glory.
It pierced the heavens, ripping a hole through Lance's storm clouds.
Even Zekrom's lightning couldn't stop it.
"Not good!!"
Lance's eyes widened — his blood ran cold.
The sky was swallowed in burning sunrise-red radiance descending like judgment.
'Dragon Rush' — Cynthia's signature killing move — second only to Draco Meteor.
A normal Dragon Rush could be blocked.
But a Dragon Rush fueled by Logan's power?
Lance would never risk his dragons' bodies to stop it head-on.
He reached for another Poké Ball, but—
Too slow.
His body wasn't trained like Logan's or Agatha's.
His reflexes could not match mythic speed.
His two Dragonair reacted on instinct.
Despite exhaustion, they coiled together — forming a living shield to protect their Trainer.
Their eyes held no fear.
Even without strength—
they chose to defend.
"BOOOOOM!!!"
Dragon-Eevee crashed into their intertwined bodies like a divine weapon.
Draconic energy exploded outward in a tidal shockwave.
Walls of seawater rose tens of meters high, slamming into shorelines.
Logan's Dragonair threw up Light Screen to block the flood.
Mewtwo leapt from shadow like a reaper — spoon flashing — cracking Aerodactyl's skull with a brutal strike just as it tried to retreat.
The fossil dragon screeched, thrown back toward Lance in pain.
Mewtwo withdrew instantly, shifting target — firing Psywave at Zekrom.
Lightning dissolved it, but the opening was created.
Logan and Cynthia's Garchomps pulled away from Zekrom — battered but alive — smoke curling from singed scales.
The battlefield calmed only after long seconds of roaring chaos.
Spray settled. Clouds thinned.
And Lance emerged.
Blood ran down his forehead.
His cape was torn to rags.
One hand clutched his shoulder wound, breathing hard.
His two Dragonair — barely conscious — trembled beside him.
Aerodactyl's skull bore a visible fracture.
All from one coordinated assault.
Logan's strategy was flawless.
Eevee's adaptability — monstrous.
His team — unreadable, lethal.
Lance had underestimated him. Badly.
"Zekrom!!"
Lance called desperately.
The black dragon thundered down, allowing him to climb onto its back.
He knelt there, panting, eyes burning with rage and unwillingness.
Using the Viridian Force, he sped his own healing.
Logan did not attack — Zekrom was watching him like a hawk, and Lance's strongest Pokémon — Dragonite — had yet to appear.
Who knew how many more monsters he still had?
Leagues knew Lance typically used five official Pokémon.
Logan, however, never believed that.
A man of preparation like Lance would never stop at five.
He'd likely raised six or seven at minimum.
Two Dragonair and Aerodactyl recovered, but stamina was gone — they could no longer fight.
That left Lance with fewer active assets.
At last — breathing steadier, Lance spat bitterly:
"You win this round."
He sprayed potion over his shoulder wound, face twitching with pain yet pride refusing to fall.
Losing a skirmish meant nothing.
The war had barely begun.
And Lance believed his grand design would triumph.
Logan stood tall atop his Dragonair — Mewtwo floating at his right, Garchomp at his left, Dragon-Eevee gleaming like a holy sword behind him.
A sight that could make even champions swallow.
"Leaving already, Lance?"
Logan's tone cut like a knife.
"A Kanto Champion running away — what a headline."
Lance's face flushed red with fury and shame.
His pride screamed to fight —
His brain screamed to live.
He could wound Logan, yes —
but he might die here.
"Temporary victory only," Lance growled.
"Your growth is beyond expectation.
But this is far from over."
He pointed into the storm-ripped horizon.
"On Suicune Island — I'll await you.
Our final battle.
We'll use our Dragons to prove whose Ideal is truth!"
With one final roar—
"ZEKROM — GO!!"
Thunder devoured the shore.
Bolts rained over Logan's team like falling stars — but Mewtwo spun its spoon, deflecting every strike like raindrops.
When the lightning cleared—
Lance was gone.
A black comet streaking into the rain-torn sky.
Cynthia stepped closer, Garchomp beside her.
"Should we chase him?"
Logan exhaled slowly, eyes narrowed.
"If Lance still has unused aces, plus Zekrom at full stamina… if the other three Elite arrive, we'd be surrounded. Our odds drop to zero."
Cynthia nodded reluctantly.
"Then what now? Even if we avoid a four-way ambush now, once we go to their base — we'll be walking into a death trap."
Worry laced her voice.
Seeing Zekrom in Kanto was enough to rattle anyone.
Logan's gaze darkened.
"The good news — their hidden trump cards are now exposed.
They won't grow stronger in the short term.
All we need is to strengthen ourselves — fast."
Cynthia frowned.
"But raising Pokémon to this level isn't something you can do in days…"
She was right.
Garchomp was strong — but not Zekrom-strong.
Yellow could help — but without Red's Pikachu and Blue Oak's Scizor, even she would've been helpless.
They had been given no time to grow.
Logan spoke with decisive calm:
"Which is why we don't train —
we acquire immediate power."
Cynthia's eyes widened slightly.
"…You mean Legendary Pokémon."
There were few beings who could enter this war today without months of growth.
A Legendary was one of them.
Logan's mind churned deeply.
The three Legendary Birds could fight — but unless they regained peak power, Zekrom would crush them.
Otherwise…
He would be forced to use Mew.
A trump card too precious to expose early.
And Mew — while mystical — was not a combat-oriented destroyer.
Against Zekrom, it would lose.
Logan needed something else.
Someone else. A power equal to a god.
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