Hiroshi is transfixed by the spectacle of Hideki's evolution as the glow of the change fades from the Water Type and leaves the intimidating figure of a Samuwott towering over him. Hideki...has evolved and evolved before him
Struggling again against the rock and mentally cursing the fact that his strange companion managed to reach his final evolution before he did Hiroshi is surprized to hear Regale advocating discarding the lump of stone Hideki has given to him as a Luck Omen. He didn't think the stone had any real significance but he didn't want to hurt the blind Dewott's feelings by dropping it. Carefully he unfolds his clawed fingers and lets the half stone fall onto the sands.
Instantly a sensation like fire flashes across his scales, a sensation that is surprizingly pleasant and energizing. The dry heat that billows from his heated scales makes the sand glow cherry red underneath him as Hiroshi turns the evolution energies mainly into heat.
His new muscles flex as his body starts to grow. His crimson scales become lighter, his arms shrinking as his legs grow the powerful muscles needed for springing off from the ground. As the shifting Fire Type pits his growing strength against the boulder on top of him two bulges grow beneath his elongating neck and split apart into dark membraned wings. The blazing blue flame at the end of his tail flickers and grows as his tail lengthens.
The bright burning aura of Blaze running across his growing body as it presses against the rough chunk of stone causes it to start to glow cheery red as it heats up.
With a roar that grows deeper as his throat develops Hiroshi manages to stand. Under the force of both his Blaze and the evolution energies the stone glows red, then orange then yellow as it melts into a stream of lava that coats Hiroshi's back and tail as the boulder dissolves.
His one short horn becomes two long ones that spear the sky.
As a Charmeleon Hiroshi had always been tall, a result of his active upbringing but as a Charizard he was enormus. The glowing aura of Blaze fades from his form with the evolution energies.
Looming over his companions the orange-eyed Charizard roars triumphantly at the sky and flexes his new wings.
Hideki stretches out his new body, feeling the new power lurking below his skin and yawning to show his pointed teeth in his dark-blue furred snout. His eyes are still a pale blue of blindness but he feels stronger than ever. The hardness of his shell armor covers his entire body, layered on his hindlegs as a tough yet flexible armor, on his tail as a single bony plate, on his front legs as the tough armor that could also become a blade more powerful than his scalchops ever were and in his spiked helmet that was fused to his head.
He had evolved, the name others gave for the restructuring of the illusion to make him feel more powerful. Even if in reality he knew he was still just a little Oshawott in the dark stone expanse of the world the Great Illusion made him feel more powerful with each change.
The new Samurott stretched out his new form, feeling the increased sentivity of his long whiskers and the crushing strength of each three clawed paw.
His nose twitches as it picks up the unpleasant scent of burning rock.
Carefully the Water Type shuffles backwards as the warm scent Hideki recognized as Hiroshi began to shift and grow. The God of Fire was mimicing this 'evolution' in order to make him feel more comfortable about the change in forms.
As the heat grew so did the scent of melting stone, instead of hurling the boulder from his greatly increased form the stone was melting against the heat of the Fire Type's scales, forming a hot crusty layer of cooling rock against the skin of his God's back.
Hiroshi had become a God of Flames and Stone.
Hideki watches with interest as Hiroshi roars at the darkned skies in an apparent guesture of triumph and stirs up the sands around him with a flapping of his new wings.
The heat of Blaze fading away as the changes become complete the Samuwott slowly edges closer to the now freed Hiroshi. His mechanical arm, suitable for him while he was a Dewott, now seems comically small against the stump of his severed arm. It is layered with the hardened enamel secretion of his Seamitar Blade that loosely bangs against the metal with every step.
He scoops up the tiny lump of white everstone and carefully sniff it.It
is lucky...We should keep it.
He signs to the increased ball of warmth that is Hiroshi.