Welcome to the true world of Pokémon.
Five thousand years of ancient civilisation lie buried beneath the surface—an age where countless mighty Pokémon once ruled, each reigning supreme for hundreds of years.

Beside the Dragon King Temple, the Rottenwood Demon Forest stands as a forbidden land.
Those who enter never return.

Within its depths grow Ancient Fruits—sweet and crisp, said to hold the essence of fortune itself.
Yet none who have sought them have ever brought one out alive.

Beneath the Millennium Tomb lies the slumbering General Kakara, the Hundred Victories Hero.
He yearns for rebirth, but his path is forever blocked by a “sheep,” his spirit lingering at death’s door even now.

And in the darkness below, ancient spirits still stir:

The Millennium Specter, gengar, an ancient phantom whose curses echo through the ages.

The Dream Weaver, mismagius, spinner of illusions and keeper of mortal dreams.

The Bewitching Pot of Faces, Polteageist, born from cursed tea and haunted vessels.

The Will-o’-the-Wisp Palace Lantern, Chandelure, whose ghostly flames guide wandering souls.

The Coffin of the Underworld, Cofagrigus, entombing the greedy and guarding the dead.

The Tablet of Death, spiritomb, etched with runes that bind the spirits of the lost.

Beneath the earth, countless wonders and horrors lie hidden—awaiting the day they awaken once more.

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