The ground rumbled lightly beneath her feet, her mind hastily preparing her for what she thought could only be nature’s wrath. But then it ceased, followed by a sound as rumbly as the earth it moved.

She looked baffled, unable to position herself properly to the gollem’s direction. She could clearly hear it. A powerful voice from the heavens whose presence shook the very earth. She would almost believe it had to be some godly presence, but even gods had life.

“Ghost type?” She murmured. Then it spoke again, her mind now clear enough to take in what the towering ghost had to say.

His words… Her brow furrowed, nose wiggling rapidly to match her distraught breath. She tightened her fists as to try to look aggressive but no matter what she did she could not keep her body from shaking. “Xerneas did!” She exclaimed.

“For whatever reason, Xerneas chose me! I may not be very capable on my own yet, but that does not make me weak. I… I’m strong in my own way.”

“You should mind your own business rather than bully others. It’s childish what you’re doing.”

Now here was a being of stature the hybrid felt a familiar kinship with. It was that alone captured his attention, caused Zane to maintain a rigid control of his composure; straightened his posture until his spine grew taut as he gathered his claws behind his back. No emotion arose in his features as he slowly started to rise and levitate to join the Serpent among the foliage; matching the stern gaze with coldness filled with a cunning intelligence.

Respect was demanded back, it was only proper when greeted by a being that matched his status, yet the manner of which the Serpent intruded upon his domain, barged in to demand answers, was one to give pause before he answered with a swift tongue in a scathing tone, “You think myself to be so callous, blinded by wrath?” He almost sounded insulted. For if he was truly lost, she would be but a corpse the moment he came across her. “To destroy my kin and disturb the delicate balance we maintain on this feeble planet? Spare me your theatrics.”

The Serpent encroached upon a treacherous line. Toying with words, spoke of no true accusations of his misdeeds yet the giant behemoth was touching on sensitive subjects he had not brought up, of what she could possibly be capable of. The danger of rising the dead, tipping the scales, when the Enforcer was no longer present and about, whereabouts unknown.

“Only possibilities.” A subtle gesture towards his captive, pray be he did not garner her attention. “I do not have knowledge of what she is capable of. I am only grateful she has yet caused trouble for me. The same could not be said for her Predecessors. Kindness was their downfall. We are to be neutral by default. I should not carry this torch of two loathsome duties. I am a mere observer at this time, to bear witness to see if my kin to carry out future duties responsibly and without false judgement.”

That of which had yet to be seen. The unknown, while intriguing as it may be, agitated him.

To say what she had done… He truly had no answer for, for his act was one out of pettiness. He was not… accustomed to being denied.

Zane: “But no. They have no blood tie to us, no familial relationship if that is what you wish to call it. Their purpose was to guide and only intervene when we lost our way.”

Neviah: “A guide? Maybe it would be nice to meet this “Zygarde” someday...”