Mestre Artesão do Mundo dos Elfos

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Johto Region, northeastern mountains of the Lake of Rage.

Near the Divine Ruins.

On the Pokémon World map, this place is described as “a blizzard zone where ancient legends converge, blocked by walls of ice and snow.”

June 6th, early summer.

Event: Some areas experience rainy weather.

On a stretch of hills far from any village stands an abandoned workshop.

The structure is a mix of brick and wood; the wooden walls outside have long since decayed, moss creeps over the stones, and the ground beyond the workshop is littered with rocks and dense weeds.

Inside, an old-fashioned clock has stopped, the brick stove is cold, and a hastily drawn map hangs on the wall, marked with many locations—a recent addition.

Rain patters against the window.

Mosslight stirs awake to the sound of rainfall, greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling.

Memories begin to organize themselves, and soon he pieces together the sequence of events.

This is the world of Pokémon.

Pokémon—beings with unimaginable powers living throughout this world, visible in every corner. Humanity too possesses wondrous technology, marvelous creatures, and remarkable individuals… and so, the world itself has become magical.

With the progress of the ages, the elemental powers of Pokémon have gradually been integrated into human life and industry—a phenomenon that has existed since ancient times.

Too many memories leave Mosslight’s head aching. He recalls: the original owner worked in the Sinnoh region, but due to family circumstances, in