The beach at dusk.

Seeing little Lugia reluctantly walking towards him step by step from his mother's side, Xiaozhi reached out and rubbed the latter's head.

So is this dark state of the latter irreversible? Is it really impossible to change it back...?

"Please give me some advice, little Lugia."

"Wuwu~!"

Little Lugia nodded, his red light bulb eyes, reflected against his blue-black skin, looked very eerie.

Just when Xiaozhi was about to take out the Poke Ball.

call out...!

Mother Lugia waved her wings, and suddenly a piece of silver feather flew out, deformed and solidified, and turned into a silver-white string.

Similarly, a piece of silver feather flew out of Xiaozhi's cuff and was passed through by the string.

A silver feather necklace was born.

With it on his neck, the rich ocean scent suddenly surrounded Xiaozhi's neck, making him narrow his eyes in comfort.

"Wuwu~~!"

When the little Lugia saw this, its wings immediately flapped and flew towards Xiaozhi.

With a "swish" sound, it turned into a stream of light and entered the silver feathers.

"Is this...a Poké Ball?"

Xiaozhi and Xiaoxia said in surprise.

Mother Lugia nodded.

The Poke Ball is a product of human technology, and Pokémon naturally has its own way to create a similar existence.

"Then please give me some advice, little Lugia..."

Xiaozhi grabbed the silver feather and said slowly.

Buzz...!

The feathers trembled, as if in response.
Chapter completed!