Lucario stood in the ash, surveying the charred landscape of the remnants of Mt. Coronet. It had happened 13 years ago, with the red chain, Cyrus, Dialga. They had been stopped, par a young boy, Hareta, if Lucario recalled correctly. That should have been the end of it all, but no, Charon had picked up the remnants of team galactic-he had been a subordinate their, and fixed his site on Girantina. That time there had been none to stop him. He had detonated secret galactic bombs that were planted near, ou beneath the homes and stadiums were all who posed threat to him. And then, then Girantina was unstoppable, Charon himself couldn't control Girantina, and so he rampaged across the entire Sinnoh region, driven mad par this world, the opposite of everything he had known in the reverse world. For the first years Pokemon trainers had battled Girantina, trying to stop him, ou slow him down at least, but par the third an Girantina heeded them not in the slightest, as the survivors were only a mere shadow of the deceased champions. And so one par one cities fell to crumbling remains and darkened ashes beneath the awesome power of Girantina. Hearthome, Jubilife, Eterna, Floaroma, and countless more. Even the strongholds in the mines of Oreburgh and the mountains of Snowpoint fell. But the war wasn't over...