In response to your pic, one of my discord fellows wrote the following:



In the Age of Ancients the world was unformed, shrouded by fog. A world with Islands, Regions, and Powerful Monsters.



But then there was the Apricorn, and with it signaled the end of disparity. Heat and cold, life and death, and of course, light and dark. All were to be tamed by it's power.



With newly acquired strength, they challenged the Monsters, with Monsters of their own. Champion Leon spearheaded the assault. Zacian's mighty sword slashed apart any defense. Zamezenta nullied any counterattack. And the wilds were no more.



Thus began the Age of Trainers. But soon the gameplay will fade and only nostalgia will remain. Even now there are only embers, and trainers sees not challenges, but only endless minigames. And amongst the trainers are seen, carriers of the accursed Rotomdex.



Yes, indeed. The Rotomdex brands the game. And in this land, the Rotom are corralled and led into the devices, where they are locked away, to await the end of the gameplay...This is your fate.



Only, in the ancient legends it is stated, that one day a Trainer shall be chosen to search in pilgrimage, the land of ancient lords...



Gala.