From afar, over the vast ocean, a tornado began to form, its wailing winds echoing like cries of sorrow. The people on the beach fell into stunned silence, staring in horror as the raging storm gradually swelled before their eyes.
The waves rose violently, crashing against a yacht where fishermen sat, knocking them directly into the sea. Surfers riding the tides were overwhelmed by massive waves, their bodies dragged beneath the roaring waters. Faint cries for help could still be heard amidst the chaos.
Those desperate voices finally snapped the crowd back to their senses. Someone shouted, "Save them!" and immediately, trainers released their Grass-type and Water-type Pokémon—vines stretched across the surface, while sleek aquatic forms dove into the stormy waters to search for those who had been pulled under.
Yet, the waves were far too powerful. Even Flying-type Pokémon that descended near the sea risked being swallowed by the violent winds and dragged under by the current. For those birds, once caught in the sea, it meant certain death. Ordinary people, calling upon their domesticated Flying-types in desperation, were quickly stopped by more experienced trainers who knew such attempts would only lead to more tragedies.
But the storm was merciless. Weaker Water-types could not even swim steadily in the raging waters, making rescue nearly impossible. On the beach, people instinctively backed away, retreating step by step from the shoreline while staring anxiously toward the boiling sea.
"What's happening? Why is Cinnabar Beach being hit by such a massive storm? Something should've been predicted!"
"This… this doesn't look natural. Look at those six tornados forming on the sea. Nature doesn't conjure such storms near the coast."
"You mean… this is caused by a Pokémon's attack?"
"Judging from the power, it has to be the Dragon-type move Twister. And to create such devastation, either there's an intense battle between strong trainers out there… or…"
"Or a wild Pokémon of immense power has appeared."
The two trainers exchanged grim looks, worry glinting in their eyes. If the move was being used by a trainer's Pokémon, there was at least a chance of restraint—the trainer wouldn't recklessly endanger the countless civilians on the beach. But if it came from a wild Pokémon… then all humanity meant nothing to it.
Judging from the scale of the attack, the Pokémon behind it was far beyond what ordinary trainers could handle. Certainly, no one here on this beach had the strength to stand against it.
Nearby, little Sophia's ears twitched as she overheard their fearful words. Panic welled in her eyes as she desperately searched the crowd for her father. But the sudden chaos had driven people to cluster together, their panicked voices rising into a cacophony. Being so small, Sophia's vision was blocked by the towering bodies of adults. Her heart pounded faster.
Someone screamed. From the ocean, a colossal wave—towering over ten meters high—erupted with terrifying force. It surged toward the coast, crashing with destructive might. A yacht tossed about like a fragile toy was instantly flipped, swallowed whole into the depths.
The crowd shrieked in unison. People tried to run, but it was already too late. With so many pressed together, there was no path of escape. The monstrous wave smashed onto the sand, hurling people to the ground. Some unlucky souls were dragged by the receding waters, pulled screaming into the sea.
Trainers hastily released their Pokémon, desperately trying to grab those who had been swept away. Children's cries filled the air, mingling with the curses and desperate shouts of adults. Chaos consumed the shore.
Sophia's tiny frame trembled in terror. She remembered her father's instructions clearly: "Stay here. Don't move." But now the danger was pressing closer and closer. The last wave had crashed less than ten meters away. If the next came with greater force, her little body would be dragged away into the ocean without mercy.
She knew how to swim. But in such a storm, those who swam well often died first. No human could hope to resist this overwhelming force.
"Quick, call Cinnabar Gym's leader for help!"
"Gym Leader Koga left this region long ago—he's not even here!"
"Then someone find local trainers, or get the League to send a rescue force! This disaster is clearly the work of a Pokémon. And that Pokémon… it won't stay hidden much longer!"
Amidst the madness, a few kept their heads, issuing sharp, urgent commands to restore order. Yet once the word spread—a dangerous Pokémon is coming—the crowd's panic only worsened. People shoved and pushed to flee, fear threatening to ignite a stampede.
This was the reality of the Pokémon world: the most terrifying disasters were never storms or earthquakes. They were the destructive moves of powerful Pokémon.
"Slow down! Don't push! You'll cause a stampede!"
The trainers on-site knew they couldn't possibly defeat whatever monster lay beneath the waves, but they banded together, directing the evacuation with grim determination.
"Look! What's that?!"
A cry split the air, and every head turned toward the sea. There, between the six towering twisters, a monstrous form emerged from the waters—nearly ten meters long, scales glistening, power radiating from its very being.
"Oh no… it's a Gyarados! And a wild one with power … it must be the leader of a deep-sea pod. But why would it appear so close to shore?!"
The words sent a chill through every heart.
Gyarados—the most vicious, merciless of Pokémon. Seeing one was dreadful enough. But to witness a Gyarados of this magnitude, with strength enough to summon six twisters? It meant one thing only: destruction.
The beast threw back its head, unleashing a roar so savage it rattled every bone. The very air trembled with its intimidation. Even from afar, people's knees buckled, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Its gaze fell upon the beach… and only then did the crowd notice its disfigurement. One of its eyes was missing. The beast was one-eyed.
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The crowd exploded in screams, scattering in every direction. Yet the Gyarados surged forward, waves surging around it, six tornados circling its massive body like the heralds of a storm god. It was a monster out of ancient myth, brought to life.
On the beach, Sophia stood frozen, her body shaking. Her wide eyes reflected the towering shadow of the beast and the tidal wave it summoned. She wanted to run, but her legs felt anchored in stone. The Gyarados's intimidation robbed her of all strength to flee.
The monstrous serpent surged onto the shore, its jagged maw opening wide, baring its gleaming fangs. Its single, burning eye locked on the small girl who had not run. To it, her stillness was defiance, a challenge to its wrath. It roared and lunged, jaws descending to tear her apart.
From the crowd, a man in his thirties screamed, tears streaming down his face. He struggled against the fleeing masses, hurling a Poké Ball with all his might—but he knew it was useless. He was too late.
"Tch. Rare indeed. To see a Gyarados of this caliber here of all places… Dragonair, use Dragon Rage!"
A voice thundered down from above, strong and commanding. To Professor Samuel Oak, hearing it was like hearing the voice of heaven itself.
In the next instant, a streak of blazing light descended from the skies. It looked like fire, yet carried no heat—only the unrelenting fury of a dragon's wrath.
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