Calyrex sat atop Gstrier, holding the reins tightly. Gstrier responded with a resonating neigh, raising its front hooves high into the air.

  A brilliant light surrouhem, and from the rge atop Calyrex's head, a vibrant green aura radiated outward. The king's cloak grew loransf into a flowing mantle of white that shimmered like freshly fallen snow, rustling softly in the breeze.

  After a moment, the light faded, leaving an aura of quiet power in its wake.

  Calyrex sat tall on Gstrier's back, gazing down at Naoki with both dignity and warmth. A vibrant energy radiated from the Pokémon king, signaling that the former ruler of Gar had regained his strength.

  "Naoki, will you apao the Shrine?" Calyrex asked in a calm yet anding voibsp;

  Naoki blinked in surprise, quickly grasping what Calyrex was implying.

  The King of Bountiful Harvests was ready to front ae with his other steed, Spectrier, at the Shrine.

  Without hesitation, Naoki nodded eagerly. "Of course!"

  Calyrex's stern expression softened, a rare smile tugging at the ers of his mouth. "Then follow me."

  With that, Calyrex gave Gstrier a gentle he ice horse neighed excitedly and reared up on its hind legs.

  "Neiggh!"

  Gstrier whinnied, its hooves striking the snowy ground with force befalloping across the snow-covered pins.

  "How cool is that?" Naoki whispered, awestruck for a moment before quickly springing into a.

  He vaulted onto Koraidon's back with ease. "After them!"

  "Raao!" Koraidon roared in agreement. The instant Naoki was securely seated, Koraidon leaped into the air, charging across the snowy fields with fiery enthusiasm.

  The snow began to drift zily from the sky once more, bing the ndscape in soft fkes.

  Soon, Koraidon caught up to Gstrier, and Naoki found himself riding side by side with Calyrex.

  The Pokémon king gnced over at Naoki, giving a subtle nod of aowledgment. Naoki returhe gesture with a determined grin. Their mounts sehe moment and sped up, tearing through the snow in perfect synbsp;

  Twenty mier, they reached the northern mountains of the Tundra.

  High above the frozen ndscape stood the Shrine—a grand structure perched atop the mountain, looming majestically over the snowy pins.

  The aemple, though long abandoned, still held an aura of solemn grandeur. Its perimeter was surrounded by crumbled walls and the remnants of a long-fotten era.

  Tall, weathered, and majestic, the Shriood as a testament to a time when it was once a pce of reverend power.

  At this moment, the once-majestic temple stood as a deserted ruin.

  Gstrier snorted, releasing twin streams of frosty breath from its nostrils. Its powerful gallop slowed, and it came to a graceful halt in front of the temple's graranbsp;

  Calyrex sat atop Gstrier, his gaze lifting to the weathered walls of the Shrine. A quiet sadness glimmered in his eyes.

  "This is where I once lived," he whispered, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "I spent many years here with my beloved steeds. Back then, humans would e to offer me tributes, thanking me for the blessings I bestowed."

  Naoki listened in respectful silence, uanding Calyrex's emotions more clearly.

  Calyrex had lost his strength after awakening from his long slumber. His two loyal steeds had abandoned him, leaving the King of Bountiful Harvests to wander alone. Believing that humans had fotten him, the Pokémon king carried the weight of sorrow and isotion.

  To avoid fronting the bittersweet memories of the past, Calyrex had stayed away from the Shrine, instead wandering aimlessly across the snowy pins.

  'Was he... running away?' Naoki wondered silently.

  Calyrex lowered his gaze, turning toward Naoki. "Like Gstrier, Spectrier fears being overpowered. Once I defeated both of them, they never dared to approach me again."

  He paused, then added calmly, "We should hide for now. Wherier returns, I will emerge and regain trol over it."

  Naoki he Shrine was rge, with plenty of pces to hide.

  Following Calyrex's lead, Naoki, Koraidon, and Gstrier quietly tucked themselves into a shadowed er of the temple, waiting patiently for Spectrier's return.

  Time slipped by slowly.

  Just when Naoki felt his legs going numb and began to stretch his muscles, a faint sound echoed from the temple entranbsp;

  A sleek, jet-bon emerged, its deep-blue mane flowing like mist, and a light-blue tail swishing behind it. Wisps of ghostly energy drifted from its legs as it walked gracefully into the shrine.

  Naoki's eyes widened.

  Spectrier!

  In the blink of an eye, Calyrex sprang into a.

  With a fsh, the King of Bountiful Harvests, still mounted on Gstrier, appeared in front of Spectrier, cutting off the ghost horse's escape.

  Spectrier's glowing eyes widened in fear, and it instinctively tried to turn and flee.

  But Calyrex had anticipated this.

  He urged Gstrier forward, and the icy steed charged toward Spectrier with tremendous speed. The grouh their hooves froze instantly, crag uhe pressure as they sped across the temple floor.

  Calyrex raised one hand high, his eyes glowing with blue energy. Psychic power surged through him, drawing on Gstrier's frosty aura.

  In response, delicate shards of ice materialized in the air, shimmering like tiny snowfkes. The fragments swirled together, coalesg into a sleek, snow-white spear made entirely of ibsp;

  The King of Bountiful Harvests gripped the icy spear in his hand and, with a focused burst of psychiergy, hurled it toward Spectrier.

  "Crack!"

  The spear struck its target, and Spectrier let out a pained whinny, stumbling as its front legs gave out. It colpsed onto the cold ground, struggling tain its footing.

  Calyrex tugged on Gstrier's reins, bringing the ice steed to a halt. The rhythmic ctter of hooves echoed off the stoiles as they slowed, finally stopping just before Spectrier.

  With graceful ease, Calyrex dismounted, his cloak swaying behind him like falling snow. He approached the fallen spirit horse, extending a hand toward its forehead.

  A soft glow of energy radiated from his palm, and healing light poured into Spectrier's injured form. The ghostly mist around its legs thied, swirling in soothing spirals as the wounds began to vanish.

  Spectrier's breathing calmed, and when it looked up at Calyrex, its once-fierce eyes were now filled with a new gentleness.

  Fully restored, Spectrier rose to its feet, dipping its head in respect. It moved gracefully to stand on the King's right, with Gstrier on his left, the two horses fnking Calyrex as if they had never left his side.

  Naoki stepped out of the shadows with Koraidon by his side, raising an eyebrow. "Is that it? All good now?"

  Calyrex shook his head gently, his expression calm but thoughtful. "Not quite. There's one more thing—another bridle must be made."

  "Another bridle?" Naoki echoed, blinking in surprise before realization dawned on him.

  The reins Naoki had made earlier, crafted from Gstrier's mane and the Radiant Flower, were specific to Gstrier. To fully bond with Spectrier, a new bridle, made from the spirit horse's mane, was required.

  Calyrex shifted slightly, a rare hint of hesitation in his voice. "I must ask for your help once more. This task is beyond me…"

  He trailed off, his gaze softening with gratitude and something akin to guilt. He had asked so much of this kind young believer, a he felt as if he had given nothing iurn.

  The weight of Naoki's earlier words—an invitation to live together on his ranch—echoed in the back of Calyrex's mind. It was a decision he would o make soon.

  Before Calyrex could speak further, Naoki offered a reassuring grin. "Don't worry about it. I'll ha. We've used up all the Radiant Flowers, but as long as I have Spectrier's mane, I know what to do."

  He gave Calyrex a pyful wink. "Besides, it's easier the sed time around. I think I've got this sewing thing figured out."

  Calyrex blinked, his eyes briefly widening in surprise before a soft, appreciative smile formed on his fabsp;

  With a gentle nod, the King of Bountiful Harvests handed over the shimmering strands of Spectrier's mane. His regal demeanor was tempered with kindness and trust as he spoke, his voice calm but filled with emotion:

  "This will be the st task I ask of you. O is plete… I will give you the answer you've been waiting for."