A short distance away from the other two nations, now both wide awake, Matthias groaned and shook his head slowly, attempting to rid himself of the the pain throbbing through his body. Standing up, only to fall back down onto the-sand, he assumed-, his eyes widened in surprise and he looked down to where his hands would normally be. Two small orange paws had replaced them. With an astounded yelp, Matthias shot his head up to the voice of another person nearby, only to find that it wasn't a person, but a Pokemon, it seemed. Coming to the realisation that he had changed, somehow, Matthias made a bolt for the ocean nearby, peering down at the blue surface, only to find himself face to face with a small growlithe, not in the least bit intimidating, much to his dismay. "What's going on here?!" He demanded to no one in particular, barking out his reply in a voice that only vaguely resembled his own.
