Once trapped in linearity, Lualdi now lives its grim past, its torrential present, and its cataclysmic future all at once. Second by second, the region marches towards a seemingly inevitable apocalypse that is shrouded in enigma not for what it will do, but why. The answers to the mysteries surrounding the impending calamity may lie deeper in the reaches of time than any may expect -- and somewhere with them is the answer to if Lualdi can even be saved or if it should be abandoned to its fate. But whatever you do, do so quickly... The apocalypse will not wait for you to make up your mind.
Wind whips around the dry atmosphere of the Digrattiero Mountains, carrying with them leaves from all throughout the province. These whirls of leaves can vary in size, and it's fully possible to see small, harmless tornadoes of dry leaves forming in basins along the mountain paths. Pokémon peacefully coast along the air currents and ride these small whirlwinds as easily as they might tread the water of a slow river. Along with the perpetual churn of leaves in the air, the gales sometimes pick up enough water from springs and rivers to send trickles of water soaring through the air. The trails of water spin and fall whenever the wind lets up just enough for gravity to take hold again, and the mountain trails are sometimes unexpectedly splattered with water as a result.
