"Agh, this challenge is stupid! Why do we have to please these damn gods when the world is ending," one of the challengers spoke alone while painting the picture using some black ink. The challenger was alone, doing some initial sketches for the team's work..
"Perhaps I can explain why you have to suffer this pain," a mysterious voice eerily said from somewhere.
"W-who was that? Where are you?"
"I am here, I am there, I am everywhere. I'll be blunt, this game is just a front. None of this matters, so let's stop with the chatter. Listen to my deal, it's quite a steal! I can help you win, but doing so is a great sin! Will you agree to work with me, or just die like JaySee," the voice rhymed to a tune.
"I guess so, there's not really much left in this world. What do I have to do?"
"Just wait until after challenge three is over, then we'll see!"
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"T-these are good, except for mine," Palkia stated sadly while judging the pictures. He was glad this challenge involved what he loved, but was a tad upset things didn't swing in his team's favor.
"Ah, poor Palkia, he finally gets what he wants only to be spoiled by shoddy work by his team! Kahkahkah!" Giratina mocked him.
"Well, whatever, looks like we have to remove someone from existence like before. Giratina, will you do the ho-" Dialga said before being cut off by Drohn's head suddenly exploding in an instant. Dialga looked at Giratina, completely baffled that he had the ability to do something like that. Surprisingly, Giratina looked just as confused as to what happened.
"... s-sorry, I didn't mean to go t-that far." Palkia shyly muttered.