Amidst the bustling fair, the blue haired man stood confidently, a mysterious air enveloping him. His deep eyes hinted at concealed mysteries. By his side, Toxicroak, his sinister-looking Pokémon, served as a devoted bodyguard. The Pokémon emitted an unpredictable energy, evidenced by a lingering acidic vapor. Its poison-filled eyes reflected unwavering loyalty to its trainer.

A weighty silence settled over the fair, as if even the wind hesitated to stir after the turmoil caused by the toxic Pokémon. The once lively atmosphere had dissipated, replaced by a tense calm that hung over the disorderly tents. Few dared to linger, exchanging wary glances as if any sudden movement might rekindle the recent chaos. The silence felt like an uneasy pause, a tranquility that hinted at an impending storm.

The man shot an icy glare at Elena and Fae Rae, treating their words as inconsequential. His normally enigmatic eyes now exuded a cold disdain, dismissing their presence as irrelevant. Without uttering a word, his sharp gaze conveyed a clear message: he had no interest in engaging with them, appearing detached from their concerns or intentions. Without delay, he and his Pokémon proceeded toward the laboratory with unwavering steps, maintaining the enigmatic aura that surrounded them.