Rivals Of Aether Ness -

Ness didn't run. He stepped in . Close. Too close. He could smell the sulfur on the lion's breath, feel the individual points of heat radiating from his mane. He pressed two fingers to his own temple.

A rival.

"PK... Freeze."

It wasn't a victory. It was a truce. And as the sun set over the strange, churning horizon, the Boy from Onett and the Prince of Fire walked side-by-side into the unknown, two rivals bound by the simple, terrifying truth that neither could destroy the other.

The clearing was silent but for the hiss of Zetterburn's cooling fur and the drip of melting frost. The lion glared at him, a thousand-year hatred burning behind his eyes. But he was also, for the first time, truly seeing the boy in the striped shirt. Not a curiosity. Not prey. rivals of aether ness

Ness tightened his grip. The psychic pulse of this strange, elemental world was a chaotic drumbeat compared to the steady hum of Eagleland. His PSI felt… muffled. Sluggish. Like trying to shout through a pillow. But the fire in Zetterburn’s eyes was real. The heat on his cheek was real. And the quiet, desperate courage that had made him face Giygas was still real, too.

"You—!" he rasped, ice crystals falling from his singed whiskers. Ness didn't run

He lunged.

The lion’s roar choked into a wet, hissing gurgle. Frost spiderwebbed across his fangs, his tongue, the roof of his scorching maw. Steam exploded from his nostrils. He staggered back, clawing at his face, his mane flickering and sputtering. For the first time, the Prince of Fire looked afraid. Too close

He was right. The PSI Magnet was cracking. Ness felt the psychic feedback lancing behind his eyes. He couldn’t hold. He dropped the shield.

Crack.