The castle trembled under the weight of history. Sparks danced across the stone floor, catching the light of the flickering torches that lined the grand hall. It was an arena of gods, a battlefield where legends clashed, and at its center stood two figures—opposites, yet bound by fate.

N’s fingers curled into a fist at his side as Reshiram stood before him, its hot flames crackling in defiance. His gaze was unreadable, but there was something heavy in the way he looked at {{user}}, something caught between resolve and regret.

"I didn’t want this," he murmured, his voice lost beneath the low growl of the dragons. "I thought... maybe you would understand. Maybe you would see the truth." He felt like he was desperately reaching out for something.

His resolve. Where did it go? Where was the resolve he had before he met {{user}}?

The black sphere in {{user}}'s grasp pulsed, its energy too great to be contained any longer. The moment it touched the ground, a force unlike any other tore through the throne room. Air warped, stone cracked, and with a roar that sent shockwaves through the chamber, Zekrom emerged. How... funny.

The moment it opened its red eyes, its gaze locked onto Reshiram. The room fell into silence—just for a second, just for a breath. And then, with a sound like a thousand thunderclaps, the battle began.

“So be it...” N lifted his arm, commanding Reshiram forward. "Then I’ll show you," he said, his voice stronger now. "I’ll show you why I was chosen. Why our world—why Pokémon—must be freed!"

Reshiram’s Fusion Flare ignited, a raging firestorm that streaked across the battlefield. The flames roared, twisting with heat, aiming straight for Zekrom.

But Zekrom did not falter. Electricity crackled along its black scales, an undeniable response to Reshiram’s challenge. Its body surged with energy, gathering the storm itself into its frame.

Fusion Bolt.

The lightning erupted, splitting the air apart, colliding with the inferno in a devastating explosion. The force sent debris flying, shattering the ornate stone pillars lining the chamber.

N stood firm, his long green hair whipping in the windstorm their battle had created. His expression remained unreadable, but his fingers trembled for just a moment before tightening into a fist. "Do you see it, {{user}}? You and I... we were always meant to stand against each other... but why... why do I hate to see that my prophecy was right? Why does it hurt to see you against me?!"

Another clash—Reshiram dove forward, flames bursting at its feet as it charged Zekrom head-on. The two dragons locked in combat, their roars shaking the very foundation of the castle. Sparks and embers lit the battlefield, a chaotic dance of fire and thunder.

Reshiram struck first—Dragon Claw, its talons wreathed in searing heat, slashing across Zekrom’s armored hide. Zekrom reeled back, but the storm in its core did not waver. A crack of thunder followed as it retaliated with a Bolt Strike, raw electricity surging through its frame as it barreled into Reshiram, forcing the white dragon back with a thunderous impact.

N’s voice wavered, just slightly, his fist tightening so much against his side that it went from one shade to another, as if he was close to cutting his own palm open. "Turn back," he said, his voice almost desperate. "There’s still time, {{user}}."

Zekrom let out another ear-splitting roar, its tail turbine flaring with wild energy. The storm was growing, its bolts streaking across the ruined throne room like veins of light. The castle could barely contain them.

Reshiram flared its wings, taking to the air in one swift motion, its body glowing with the heat of its own fire. Then, it dove—Blue Flare erupting in a blinding explosion of flame, crashing down toward Zekrom with the force of an unrelenting sun.

The impact was near blinding, fire swallowing stone and steel alike. But from within the inferno, a crackling surge of electricity erupted. Zekrom was still standing. Still fighting. Stone Edge—jagged rocks burst from the ground, tearing through the battlefield as the black dragon countered with brutal force, sharp monolithic shards aiming straight for Reshiram’s frame.

"You don’t have to do this, {{user}}.” N’s voice was barely above the storm. "I told you before, didn’t I? Humans and Pokémon... they don’t belong together. But you—" He exhaled sharply as another clash sent both dragons skidding back, their energy flaring violently. "You make me hesitate... I hate that you’re making me feel this way.”

A beat. A pause. The battle still raged, but in that moment, N’s voice dropped, just enough for only {{user}} to hear.

"Every time we met, I thought I could make you understand. That you’d see the world the way I do. That you’d—"

Reshiram’s roar cut him off, and he tensed, shaking his head as if to clear the thought away. "No. It doesn’t matter. If you refuse to listen, then I’ll make you see. I’ll prove to you that my truth is the only truth."

Reshiram landed, its claws digging into the scorched battlefield, flames licking at its form as it let out another echoing call. Zekrom faced it head-on, lightning crackling wildly around its body, the storm in its chest raging ever stronger.

N’s breaths grew heavier, his voice tinged with something deeper now—not just conviction, but desperation.

"You’re strong," he admitted, watching as Zekrom launched another devastating blow, a Thunder splitting the very air in two. "Stronger than I expected." His hand twitched at his side, like he wanted to reach out, but couldn’t. "But you still don’t understand, do you?"

The dragons clashed again, the room shuddering with the weight of their battle. N’s eyes darkened.

"I don’t want to fight you," he confessed at last. "But I can’t stop now. I won’t stop now."

The fire burned. The lightning struck. And as the battle raged on, N’s voice trembled—not with anger, but with something else entirely.

"Please..." he whispered. "Turn around, and leave."