Chapter no.194 Is that Black Fog ?!

The entire graveyard was in ruins. The trees were burning, the Ghastly population captured and transported to the Rocket bases somewhere on the planet. There were no traces of Hunter either, however few they were initially. The graveyard looked completely alien now, not a single thing reminiscent of how it was a couple of hours ago.
Just like the SS. Anne, prior to the attack and after the devastation had been wrought on it by Team Rocket.
However, the entire battle had resulted in a pyrrhic victory at best, on both sides. Executive Butch had come in with an army of grunts, each having a single Umbreon at command. He had with himself, his precious Magmortar, several Houndoom, and that powerful Dusclops. Sure, he had accomplished his mission—the Ghastly were captured and transported instantaneously to the Team Rocket Base, but the cost had been paid by his entire army.
Not a single grunt, nor any of the Umbreons were left alive. The Houndoom had their entrails expelled out, yelping in pain at the corner. His Magmortar had suffered several injuries and would in all probability, need a lot of treatment before he would be of any actual use in the future. The only one still active was the Dusclops, who was currently, locked in a shadow-ball battle against the three ghosts of the Gastly-line.
Butch stared in horror, as he felt himself surrounded. He had lost, horribly so while the brat's pokémon were still up and battling. And then there were the ghosts to be considered, and the overly powerful shadow-energy flaring the middle of them, formed as a result of colliding otherworldly energies.
Wait.
An idea germinated in his mind. It would not be without cost, but he had lost a lot. What did a single pokémon even matter now? He could always get more. Besides, if done right, it would, surely kill the kid, as well as the ghosts. If he were lucky, that powerful; Scizor and Charmeleon would be affected as well.
Yes, revenge did taste good. Butch grinned.
He plucked out a single remaining pokeball from his waist. This, he reminded himself, was a pokémon he had meant to use as a quick exit. Never in his mind had he even suspected that he would need to use it so soon.
The pokeball released red light, condensing into an Abra, as the psi pokémon looked up at its owner.
"Get ready to teleport." Butch barked, holding on to the somewhat frail arm of the little psychic. One more attack, and he would recall Magmortar, escaping before the flames from Hell consumed everything in this place.
"Magmortar," he ordered, as the fire-breathing behemoth managed to stand, ready to fire at his command. "Use fire blast on that shadow ball collision."
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Fire Blast. A rather powerful fire-type move, in which the caster creates a concentrated mesh of scorching flames, before propelling them towards the victim, who is then scorched in an all-consuming blaze. When used by someone like Magmortar, who had some of the highest stats in all fire-types in the world, it was a fatal weapon of destruction. Considering that ghostly energy was a good conductor of fire, an accurate example being the infamous will-o-wisp itself, the addition of such an attack on the colliding shadow-balls could only mean one thing.
Destruction.
Austin widened his eyes, as he noticed the spitfire pokémon send out the fire attack towards the colliding ghostly energies, before his attention turned towards Scizor and Charmeleon, who were taken by surprise, and were barely a couple of feet away from the impending disaster. For a moment, he forgot that he didn't have Scizor's steel exterior, or Charmeleon's nigh impenetrable hide. For a moment, he forgot that his own legs where in a fragile state, and that he wasn't supposed to run.
Austin forgot all of it, as he leapt towards them, his lungs paining as he yelled out while his mind flashed to the time when Raticate jumped towards him to save his body.
"NO…."
Austin's eyes shifted to a crimson red as an aura barrier engulfed everyone.
' I am not letting anyone die even if it kills me!'
And then the world exploded in light and fire.
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[ Lavender Tower - Sealed Room ]
The white dismembered hand suddenly moved as the ancient PokeBall suddenly opened while a wail of a thousand souls resonating through the entire Lavender Town.
Sending chills down Agatha and the twin sisters spines whose eyes widened.
" N...no, it can't be."
" We were too late."
Grady and Brady's hands shook with fear as they looked at Agatha.
What do we do now ?!
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Austin fell back to the ground, the shockwaves coming out from the colliding shadow-balls pushing him back. He ignored the pain that he was feeling all over his body , ignoring the putrid smell of burnt corpses after all, he needed to save his pokémon, his family.
That was when it happened.
Pure, unadulterated energy coalesced all around the shadow-balls, containing them inside itself. It was awe-inspiring- a contraption of pure energy created to contain ghostly energy, a juxtaposition if there ever was one.
And then the fire blast hit the energy shields, as the entire thing exploded out in a mixture of light and fire.
( ~ Sleech ~ )
Austin felt his heart stop as he saw a tendril a few feat away from his heart stopped by his accidental aura barrier.
" Grrrrr "
Hearing the choking sound , Austin turned to see Butch having a tendril impaled into his stomach.
" Kekekekeeke ! "
Hearing the sound of laughter, Austin felt his hair stand up as ghostly energy swirled into a being he never expected to encounter in his pokemon journey.
A white Pokémon with a gaseous body having a round head flanked by three large, spiked protrusions on either side. It has triangular eyes with small pupils and a mouth with a long, pink tongue. The gases composing its head curve into its mouth to form several pointed teeth. Disembodied hands with three clawed fingers each float in front of its body. Its body tapers into a jagged tail.
With a body size of 30ft , the alpha white Haunters' eyes glowed red as his claws gripped Butch's body tighter and tighter.
( ~ Pop ~ )
Austin too a step back as he saw the giant white Haunter pop a human body like bubble wrap but one thought remained in the transmigrator's head.
Was this Black Fog ?
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[ 𝐎𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡 ]
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐨-𝐨𝐡 𝐝𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐄𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐤'𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐰. 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐨-𝐨𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲; 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫-𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐛. 𝐇𝐨-𝐎𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 – 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 "𝐟𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠" 𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩. 𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐨-𝐨𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐀 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐰, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝: 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐝.]