Gladar said to Raja, "Ronin cares deeply for Babagaya. He does not want to remember the bad things she has..."But his voice tailed off, as his gaze turned to the sea with horror. For no longer did the waves play onto the sand. A harsh, gray sheet of ice, ice of polluted water, contaminated with deadly chemicals. The temperature all around them fell, and the ground started to shake. Oshawotts were running everywhere, as were other distressed Pokémon. Without warning, the ground split open, and out shot a geyser of murky water. It tumbled down around them, forming a veil. But cracks ran through it as it began to freeze. Eventually, the plume of water no longer gushed from the ground. They stood now inside a spire of ice, like a damned cathedral. Every sound echoed a hundred times. They were trapped.
"Kyurem..." muttered Gladar.