"Yes I- I would say that about sums it all up, Prince."
"So... do we just... wait?"
"I have a feeling we will know soon enough..."
The words of the others were lost on Cynthia's ears as she was enraptured by the glowing runes and symbols. This was finally happening! Anticipation filled her entire being; she would be before Arceus himself in a few more seconds. Then she only had to ask him to fix the Epidemic, and she couldn't think of any reason for him to deny the request. Things could go back to normal. Their losses wouldn't have been in vain...
Guinevere stood by her trainer's side, and the dragon was just as entranced. While she had her own reservations about the occasion, she couldn't deny how beautiful the lights were. There was still a little voice of doubt, but she kept it quashed. This was obviously working, and it could only go uphill from here.
The glowing intensified as the runes of the major circle lit up one by one, and now the full emblem on the stage was glowing with a white light. Suddenly, the lights all went out except for the innermost circle, but its light burned with almost all the intensity of the earlier light show. It was impossible to see within the circle, but that was to be expected according to what Cynthia had read.
"The lead enters the Mystri Stage at last," Cynthia muttered reverentially. She slowly approached the glowing circle with Guinevere on her heels. "Arceus!? We have called upon you for we are in need of your aid!" She called out. Triumphant at the ritual's apparent success, she didn't notice Guin's unease.
Guinevere heard something from the circle, and it wasn't what she would have expected from an all powerful deity. She couldn't place the sound, but it didn't feel right. "Cynthia," Guin whispered and put a claw on her trainer's shoulder. This halted the woman's advancement. "Something's not right. Listen."
Cynthia was immensely confused, but she did as her dragon bid. In the silence of the ruins, a faint sound could be heard coming from the circle of light. As she focused on it, something gripped her heart in ice. It was crying. Arceus was weeping. There was no reaction to her earlier plea. No verbal response, no change in lighting. As the seconds ticked into minutes, all they could hear was crying. The ritual's power started to fade, but it was almost as if the sound intensified. The crying filled their ears and blocked out any form of rational thought before it finally ended with the fading of the circle's glow. There was nothing left.