Epilogue
DISCLAIMER: I know what you're going to say next! I don't own digimon.
Deep in the darkness, something stirred.
He looked like a very tall man, with golden blond hair and shockingly bright blue eyes. He was leaning limply back in the huge armchair, still not up to full strength. One gloved hand dangled loosely over the arm of the chair. His breathing was slow and even, and one might have thought he was asleep if not for those piercing eyes.
Time had passed once more, this time only a few hours, and gradually tiny bits of data had come streaming into the dim room. It had taken much time; most of the data had to make the long journey from the digital world where it had hovered, waiting. It had been recovering its power slowly – but a shortcut like this one was much appreciated.
His face broadened into a weary smile as he felt the last bit of data connect to him, and in the blackness long sharp teeth shone gloating.
After all the different passages of time, his own had arrived.