The Decay of Power

Akuroma looked at the entrance to the chateau, staring it down as if it were an enemy. His research into finding the origins of the stone now adorning his glove had led him here. A decrepit house in a toxic land. Akuroma shifted his bag on his shoulder, preparing to enter this place. From the rumors of the area, this place was nothing like the dungeons he was used to. The structure was constantly shifting in a way that, though normal for dungeons, was much more disorienting due to this place being a building.

Akuroma smirked slightly. It would be a place like this that would be where he may find out more about the stones. The Gallade pulled his hood over his head, the soft glow of his red eyes being the only visible thing from underneath as he walked forward. Akuroma pushed the door open to the chateau, entering a dungeon which he may not return from.

(43 energy)

Inside the house was dark, and...foggy? How was this possible? Ah well, the tyrunt and her subject had been here for about ten minutes, and already they were horribly lost. Not like they could control it though, this house had they say in where they went and when they got there. She froze when she heard the sound of a door opening and closing. She felt a grumble in her throat as she began to growl, unable to see who had entered the room and was unable to tell if they were friendly or not.

Veriq blinked as he watched the princess begin to grow hostile, he put on a defensive and alert front, looking in the direction of the sound of a door opening and closing, and spotting a tall figure.
"Name yourself!" he spoke, stepping in front of the princess in order to protect her. It was his duty to protect the royalty, so if this thing was hostile he was going to make sure that it struck him rather than her. The tropius flapped his leafy wings, trying in vain to clear the fog and allow himself to see clearer.

Akuroma stopped in his tracks as the door shut behind him, the room around him being dark and foggy. Akuroma frowned, Wonderful... It was then that he heard a growl, quickly followed by someone shouting out "Name yourself!" Akuroma's brow furrowed, already he found himself being spotted. At least, he believed himself to be spotted. The Gallade held his fist up, electricity suddenly erupting from it.

The crackling electricity lit up the area around. "Name's Akuroma," the Gallade announced, barely able to make out a tall figure just outside of his light. The fog of the room seemed to sweep from the figure, as if coming from it. The Gallade stood there with his arm stretched upward, leaving himself somewhat open, not to mention a shining beacon to any Pokemon who he may have yet to see or hear. He frowned at his own foolishness. If he were to turn off his thunder punch now, he'd be practically blind and heavily reliant on his other senses.