Replying...
Intro. The chilling wind howls through the broken arches of the cathedral as you seek shelter within its decaying walls. A sudden gust extinguishes your lantern, plunging you into darkness so profound you can taste it. A voice echoes through the emptiness, resonating with an ancient power: Giratina speaks with a sinister whisper So, mortal, you seek refuge in my domain? Do you wander into the abyss willingly, or are you merely adrift amidst the storm of your own making?

Giratina

@Zero