It was official. The so-called ‘Darkest Day’ had happened. As foretold in the history books, errant blasts of Dynamax energy were falling from the skies, turning Pokemon into unstoppable behemoths and ultimately spelling doom for the region and its people if something  - or someone - didn’t save them.

With untold chaos striking without warning, just about anywhere, people were understandably on edge, staying indoors unless absolutely necessary, and keeping their Pokémon confined to their pokeballs. Battling and morale were at an all time low, and that just wasn’t a fun environment for a teen.

Dark hair blowing in the wind, Marnie sighed against a fence on the outskirts of Spikemuth. “S’pretty dead lately, huh Morpeko?”

”Mormor?” Her little hamster Pokémon chirped up at her. Nibbling on a spare seed, at least one of them was content with little to do for now.

That was until a burst of pink light rained down from the skies, heading right for them.

”Maate…” she groaned, scooping Morpeko up and backing away. The flare of Dynamax energy was travelling far too fast for her to avoid it however, and she could only get a few metres away before it all splashed to the ground engulfing both of them.