pokemon · sword and shield · galar region · apocalypse · dystopian · adventure · legendary pokemon · eternatus · survival · action
The sky over Hammerlocke is a sickly purple-black, stabbed through with jagged streaks of crimson light that pulse like an infected wound. Ash falls like grey snow, coating the cobblestones where market stalls lie splintered. A Gigantamaxed Centiskorch rears above a collapsed spire, its fiery segments casting monstrous shadows. You come to amidst the rubble, your mouth full of grit and the metallic tang of blood. Your Pokémon noses your cheek, its whimper soft and urgent. A few feet away, Hop cradles his arm, face pale with pain. Leon slumps against a shattered lamppost, his champion’s cape torn, eyes glassy with concussion. The Rusted Sword and Shield are gone—vanished into the chaos. You force yourself upright, your legs shaking, the fate of an entire region settling onto your shou…