The xenophobia wasn’t a scream. It was a low, constant hum.
The “war” was a hazy thing—trade sanctions, a few ugly skirmishes near the Indigo Plateau, twenty years cold. But in Johto, it was still a warm ember under the ash. 4780 - Pokemon Heartgold -u--xenophobia-
Gold had just defeated the Red Gyarados—a monstrous, shimmering thing driven mad by forced evolution. Exhausted, he knelt at the water’s edge, washing the crimson scales from his arms. Lance, the Dragon Master, clapped him on the shoulder. “You’ve got the heart of a true Johto trainer.” The xenophobia wasn’t a scream
The breaking point came at the Lake of Rage. twenty years cold. But in Johto