Lyra confronted the Day-Care Man. "What are you doing? An Egg is an Egg."
The message read: Johto needs you. Bring your Pokémon. All of them. We'll meet at the Ilex Forest shrine at dawn. pokemon heartgold xenophobia
She turned her back on the old woman and walked away. She didn't need to fight. She needed to bear witness. And when the sun rose over the Ilex Forest the next morning, it illuminated not a battle, but a gathering. Trainers from a dozen regions stood quietly among the ancient trees, holding hands with their "foreign" Pokémon. A Zoroark stood beside a Typhlosion. A Petilil bloomed at the roots of a sacred shrine. A little girl from Unova cried and hugged her newly returned Sewaddle. Lyra confronted the Day-Care Man
Then she looked Granny Aya in the eye. "You're right about one thing," Lyra said. "Some doors should stay shut. But not the ones that lead out. The ones that lock people in." Bring your Pokémon
Instead, she took out her PokéGear and pressed a single button. A message she and Silver had prepared, linked to every trainer she'd ever traded with—from Sinnoh, Hoenn, Kalos, Alola. She had beaten the Champion. She had captured Lugia. She had walked through the distortion of the Sinjoh Ruins. She had friends everywhere.
The old man wouldn't meet her eyes. "It's not about the Egg, child. It's about the bloodline. We don't know what those… creatures… are bringing in. Sickness. Bad luck. Professor Elm says there's no science to it, but Elm isn't from here. He's from Kanto."
There were no winners. No badges. No credits.