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Around Dialga, the fluctuations of time became more and more intense, and its body began to become transparent, as if it would be swallowed by the torrent of time at any time. Dialga felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and it knew that it might no longer be able to maintain its existence.

Dialga's consciousness gradually sank in the vortex of time, and its vision was swallowed by endless darkness. This darkness was different from the ordinary night. It was a deep, heavy darkness that seemed to be able to swallow everything. In this darkness, Dialga felt an unprecedented loneliness and despair. It used to be the guardian of time, but now it has become a prisoner of time.

As time passed, Dialga's power was weakened. Its once powerful force of time now seemed vulnerable to that strange power. Dialga's consciousness began to blur, and it felt a deep despair. It knew that it might not be able to defeat this power, protect Sett, or stop Giratina's shadow power.

In Dialga's perception, the texture of time began to become fragmented. It saw the cracks in time expanding, and the darkness revealed in those cracks seemed to devour all the light. Dialga felt an unprecedented fear, and it was afraid that it would be trapped in the chaos of time forever and unable to escape.

"Who is it? How can they control time like this!!!"

Dialga's heart was filled with unprecedented shock and anger. It had never thought that there would be a force that could affect the flow of time so profoundly, and even suppress its innate power of time. In front of this power, Dialga felt insignificant, and its pride and confidence were completely shattered.

"Impossible... No one can understand time better than me..."

Dialga roared in his heart, but his voice seemed so weak in the darkness, as if he couldn't even convince himself.

Dialga's consciousness struggled in the vortex of time, trying to find the source of that power, trying to find a way to break it. It began to review its life, reviewing every moment when it mastered the power of time, trying to find clues to fight against this power. But every clue of memory became fragmented under the oppression of that power and could not bring it any help.

"Am I really going to end here?" Dialga felt deeply unwilling. He didn't want to succumb to the unknown power. He didn't want to give up his mission of protecting time.

Dialga's consciousness began to explore the vortex of time. It no longer tried to fight the power directly, but began to look for the weakness of the power. It knew that although the power was strong, it could not be invulnerable. Dialga began to use his deep understanding of time to try to find the laws and patterns of the power.

As time went by, Dialga's consciousness began to gradually adapt to the darkness around him. He began to discover that under the influence of this power, the flow of time became chaotic, but there was still a certain law. Dialga began to try to follow this law and try to find the source of that power.

Dialga's consciousness was like a faint light, swaying in the darkness, but never extinguished. It began to look for those tiny cracks in the texture of time, which might be the weakness of this strange power. It knew that even the most powerful power must have its limitations, and what it had to do was to find that key point.

Time became unusually slow in Dialga's perception, and every second seemed like eternity. It felt that its existence was being gradually erased, but its will became more and more determined. Dialga began to try to synchronize with the texture of time. It wanted to become a part of time instead of being swallowed by time.

During this process, Dialga discovered some abnormal fluctuations, which formed a sharp contrast with the chaotic time flow around it. It immediately realized that this might be the weakness of the strange power. Dialga began to concentrate its power and tried to influence these fluctuations, hoping to break the shackles of that power.

As Dialga worked hard, the abnormal fluctuations began to grow stronger, and they began to resonate with the surrounding time flow, forming a new time rhythm. Dialga felt a glimmer of hope, knowing that he might have found the key to fighting that force.

However, just when Dialga was about to succeed, the strange force seemed to sense its intention and began to suppress Dialga's consciousness more violently. Dialga felt unprecedented pressure, and its consciousness was almost completely destroyed.

"No! I can't give up like this!" Dialga roared in his heart, and began to mobilize all his strength to make a final resistance. He knew that he might only have this one chance, and if he failed, he would disappear forever in the long river of time.

Dialga's consciousness began to emit a dazzling light, and its power reached its peak at this moment. Under the influence of Dialga, those abnormal fluctuations began to form a powerful time storm, and they began to attack the shackles of the strange power, trying to break its control.

The texture of time began to tear apart in the storm, and Dialga felt a sense of relief. It knew that it might not survive, but its sacrifice would bring new hope for the balance of time. Dialga began to inject all its strength into the storm, and it wanted to use its existence to fight for the freedom of time.

As the storm intensified, cracks began to appear in the control of the strange power. Dialga felt a little joy, knowing that his plan had succeeded. However, at this moment, a more powerful force suddenly erupted from the center of the storm, completely devouring Dialga's consciousness.

At this time, the mastermind behind the scenes slowly revealed his true face.

"It's you..."

"You are not, by Arceus..."