Min's hand stays next to his belt as they follow, ready to grab a Pokéball if it comes to it. Rodeo's strong, but he's not exactly at an advantage in this scenario. It feels bigger inside, almost like they really are in a forest and not the small cluster of trees they'd seen from the outside.

Still, it isn't long before they can hear a voice acknowledging the return of the Zoroark. It's distant, but loud enough they can make out the words.

"Peller. There you are." Rodeo's close enough he can see him holding out the Applin to whoever is behind the trees. "Who have you got there? Surely that's not our culprit?"

Min pauses, brows furrowed. What culprit? Surely the illusion is the work of the Zoroark, right?