“Were it not for the chaos in which we’ve become enshrined, I’d applaud the steel bird’s efforts! But to assault amid the turmoil of an eruption! Such witless, reckless spirit I’ve not yet seen in the otherwise cunning minds of the wild. It must have been famished.” Oscar concluded as he watched the bird plummet after having sustained a successful bout of effective attacks. Simone observed her adversary dive with customary indifference, seemingly unmoved by the damage she’d sustained.
Glancing at the Ralts held firmly in his arms, Oscar gazed up the path, its previously daunting length substantially reduced in his persistent progression, and he pressed forwards. Friedrich tailed, calling upon the weather with an icy power that soon had the sky dripping ice. Concerned for the wellbeing of his already fatigued canine companion, Oscar withdrew Simone for fear of the hail’s potential damage. Though the icy rain stung with every strike upon his skin, the chill soothed what scorched skin was exposed. Lifting his hat from his head, Oscar placed it over the Ralts to shelter the psychic creature, and turned to congratulate Friedrich on a job well done as the beam of ice which propelled from his pincer aided in cooling and subsequently slowing the lava flow momentarily - to a such a suitable extent that allowed the remainder of the shrine’s path to be traversed with little more concern or difficulty than already plagued them.
Oscar clambered with the use of one free arm up the final stretch of acclivity leading to the shrine, before pausing - his breath snatched - and staring at the statue which stood like a beacon before him. The representation of the very power which brought this chaos upon them stood in stone, an impenetrable, unruffled monument amidst the hell all around. Oscar wiped his brow, beckoning for his crimson Corphish forward as he stepped towards the shrine, repositioning his hat upon his head before presenting the statue with Ralts’ body.
“Pele! Through the pleas of this tortured soul you have brought upon us a pandemonium through which we have sluggishly toiled, braving your divine ferocity for the mere request that we ourselves wish to present. I am willing to tackle the tribulations that you impose upon our mortal souls - but look at what darkness has percolated the heart of this innocent creature. It has been subjected to tortures it could not withstand, its only companion torn to shreds before its very eyes and through the bond irrevocably established between this species and its trainer, has endured every second of the unbearable pain. Death looms like a hungering vulture, and I leave it to you, great Pele, to decide its fate!” With that, Oscar gently laid the little creature before the statue, and stepped back, Friedrich cautiously stood at his feet, awaiting the goddess’s response. “Show me what you have to offer, Pele! Show me what trials I must face, and my efforts shall abound. All I ask is that you bring peace back to this mountain, so that lives may be spared and its glorious intricacies explored.”