"The place between resets." The man gestured at the red lake. "Every time someone uses the Azure Flute to ascend to the Hall of Origin, every time a trainer captures Dialga or Palkia and forces them to obey, reality fractures. Most fractures heal. Some don't. This is one that didn't. I've been here for three hundred years, give or take. Time doesn't work right."
Lucas thought of his Dowsing Machine. Of the hours spent searching for hidden things that didn't matter. "What's at the center of the map?"
He never did find out what the shard did. He was too afraid to use it, too afraid to drop it, too afraid to show anyone. He simply carried it, always, a hidden item in his own bag, ticking like a bomb.