The campers exchanged uneasy glances, their earlier excitement now replaced with a sense of foreboding.

"Wait," Dawn said, holding up a hand. "She did say something about a ghost, didn't she?"

"Yeah," Brock added, narrowing his eyes. "And knowing Wisty, she's probably already knee-deep in trouble."

"Should we... go find her?" a nervous camper asked.

Gary sighed. "If she's already battling, there's not much we can do except hope she doesn't get herself into too much trouble."

"Right," Ash said, trying to sound confident but failing. "I'm sure she's fine. Wisty's tough."

But deep down, he wasn’t so sure.

Meanwhile, on the edge of a foggy forest, Wisty stood at the helm of a chaotic battlefield. Her Pokémon were scattered around her, each one locked in fierce combat against a looming, shadowy figure. The 900-foot-tall ghost towered over them, its glowing red eyes and menacing aura sending chills through the air.

“Alright, team!” Wisty shouted, her voice cutting through the eerie silence. “We’ve got this! Keep hitting it with everything you’ve got!”

Milotic coiled gracefully in the middle of a shallow pond, launching a powerful Hydro Pump toward the ghost’s core.

“Great shot, Milotic!” Wisty cheered. “Palafin, back her up with Jet Punch! And keep moving!”

Palafin, in its Hero Form, darted through the air like a missile, landing a direct hit that caused the ghost to reel back with a guttural roar.

"Charmander!" Wisty called, pointing toward the towering shadow. "Use Flamethrower to light it up!"

"Charrr!" Charmander cried as it unleashed a stream of fire toward the ghost’s swirling darkness.

“Rockruff, Rock Throw! Amura, Aurora Beam! Sprigatito, Magical Leaf!” Wisty commanded in quick succession, her Pokémon responding with precision as their attacks chipped away at the ghost’s form.

Jigglypuff and Clefairy stood side by side, harmonizing as they used Sing to try and lull the ghost into a stupor. The massive shadow faltered for a moment, its movements slowing, but then it unleashed an ear-splitting roar that shook the battlefield.

“Pikachu, Zippy Zap—now!” Wisty yelled.

Pikachu hesitated for a moment, looking up at the towering figure with wide eyes, but a quick nod from Wisty spurred him into action. He launched himself into the air, electricity crackling around him as he delivered a direct hit to the ghost’s core.

The ghost howled in pain, its form flickering like a fading shadow.

“Chikorita, use Razor Leaf! Deerling, back her up with Energy Ball! Let’s keep the pressure on!” Wisty ordered.

Both Pokémon attacked in perfect unison, their combined moves causing a shimmering explosion of light that seemed to weaken the ghost even further.

“Umbreon, finish it with Dark Pulse!” Wisty shouted, her voice ringing with determination.

Umbreon stood firm, its rings glowing ominously as it launched a wave of dark energy at the ghost. The attack struck true, and the towering figure let out one final, earth-shaking roar before dissipating into thin air.

The battlefield fell silent, the eerie fog lifting to reveal the exhausted yet triumphant team of Pokémon standing around Wisty.

She exhaled heavily, dropping to her knees. “We did it, guys,” she said, her voice trembling with both relief and exhaustion. “You were amazing.”

“Pika...” Pikachu panted as he climbed onto her shoulder, giving her a small, reassuring nuzzle.

“Thanks, buddy,” Wisty murmured with a tired smile.

Back in the classroom, Ash’s phone rang. He looked at the caller and  answered. “Hey, big bro,” Wisty’s voice came through, sounding more smug than tired. “Ghost problem solved. Told ya I’d handle it.”

Ash blinked, relief washing over him. “Wait, what? You actually—”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m amazing,” Wisty interrupted. “I’m bringing the team back now. Just make sure there’s food ready for my Pokémon. They earned it.”

Gary chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, that’s Wisty for you.”

Brock sighed. “Remind me to never doubt her again.”

Ash couldn’t help but smile. “She’s one of a kind, that’s for sure.”