I was mostly observant to most of the carnage that seemed to happen, watching a Graveler crushed by a fish-based fireball and many other wild things pelted away like ants. At times I would raise a magnet or two at the fighting, but more often than not they could take care of themselves. I would've left the group to watch over Spruce instead, but Josh suggested fighting Kyreum was likely going to be just as difficult as our previous fight against Reshiram. Even with Reshiram on us, the freezing of the whole town (and Reshiram's subsequent reluctance to undo the cold spell) demonstrated Kyreum's strength over his older sibling.

I seemed dazed around this time, almost as if I had my burdens lifted too quickly. That said, I still carried odd thoughts about Davis and a bunch of others, sometimes clouding my judgement at the worst of times. I was fairly exhausted from the fight earlier and only could only really nod towards Josh's suggestion for rest, somewhat unfocused to take on two... rather unfamiliar Pokemon. (At first I didn't even know if they were Pokemon, though I gradually caught up to this new trend.) By the time I squinted however, they were already bruised and knocked out.

At this point, I figured the fight earlier had made me a bit rusty. I felt my head was in a different place, whilst the enchanting icicles and curved ice walls proved distracting to my keen eye. The light that reflected throughout the cave was beginning to dim, and to reach further in within darkness seemed rather suicidal.

"Someday... this'll all be over. No more bloody dungeons and wild gods." I whispered to myself, yawning quietly under sagged eyelids. I was drowsy and tired, having trouble staying afloat and prepared to use the ice as a mattress.