She opened the little case where she kept her Poké Balls. They sat like arranged promises. She closed the case again.
Elias adjusted the hood of his coat, squinting through the downpour at the jagged silhouette of the Bell Tower in the distance. He wasn’t a tourist. He was a tracker, a man obsessed with the 'Extra Quality'—the whispered term among trainers for the anomaly that had swept the region. The world had changed. The ecosystems had blended. The rigid barriers of the past had dissolved, leaving behind a region teeming with life that defied the old textbooks. She opened the little case where she kept her Poké Balls