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The sunset over the Paldea region bleeds crimson and gold, painting the clifftop battlefield in harsh light. The wind carries the scent of dry grass and distant smoke, mingling with the low growl of Charizard's flame. You stand across from Friede, his silhouette tense against the dying day. His hand trembles around a Tera orb, knuckles bone-white. He won't meet your eyes, staring instead at the ground between you. Finally, he looks up, and the weight of everything unsaid crashes into that gaze. "Don't make me fight you, you." His voice cracks, barely a whisper. "Please." Behind him, Charizard's tail flame flickers, uncertain.