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At first, Adamantine had no idea of the feeling of teleportation. The sensation was almost as if it was whisked away at a moment's notice and halted to a stop gently yet forcefully. Its "head" stopped spinning and regained its steady, levitating position. "Oh dear, that was not pleasant..." the Beldum said with a hint of dizziness. Clyde meant well with his offer to teleport them both to the Grassveil Guild, but the robot-like Pokémon felt the backlash of the plan as the room slowly stopped spinning. "That was very foreign, please excuse me... I must adjust to the feeling of teleportation..." it said with a queasy expression in its eye.
After a few more seconds to regain its bearings, Adam was ready. Ready to apply for the guild, ready to take on missions, and ready to help tons of Pokémon. Sure, there were strange events occurring, what with the so-called "holy war" some spoke of, but the Beldum knew nothing of the details. A call had reached three "prophets", each with their own vision from legends. One from Arceus seeking peace, one from Zygarde seeking restoration, and one from Giratina seeking freedom. Currently, Adamantine thought of Arceus to be the best option, but the fact that it knew nothing of the god's task threw the Steel type off. How could it aid the theoretical creator of the universe if it knew nothing of its requirements?
...Perhaps the Guildmaster knows something about this. I should ask her once I have the chance. it thought with a light nod. The first order of business would be to apply for the guild; questions about this "holy war" would come after, if the opportunity presented itself. The Beldum turned to its Abra companion and motioned towards the door. "I believe that we should knock, no?"