Kintsugi walked alonside Silvermoon, not seeming concerned about the rain or lightning. Silvermoon led him not towards the largest of the spires, but instead towards the opposite, a depression in the ground so deep the bottom could not be seen. "This used to be a Shrine, but... something happened. I don't know what." They'd only gotten the message from Professor Ash that the Shrine was gone, and that was that.

<Hmm... Curious. I wonder what happened.> Silvermoon couldn't help but agree. Gone... had something destroyed it? A Shrine couldn't just walk away, right?

"Kintsugi!" The pokemon skidded back, tossed aside by the mareep, who was hopping forward in a way that would be comical, if Kintsugi wasn't struggling to get up. Silvermoon ran to his side, glaring at the strange pokemon. "Why is it so strong?" From what they understood, pokemon telegraphed pretty okay- little pokemon were weaker, and bigger pokemon were stronger. Kintsugi.... absolutely towered over the little sheep.

As if reading Silvermoon's mind, Kintsugi's answer was... rather profound. <Strength is something internal. Not dictated by the form a pokemon takes.>

The chimaera got to his feet again, and threw himself at the Mareep once more- this time, being more careful of the electricity.