"What the hell is a Crest?" Viral shouted, "And what's it doing on my hand?"

DemiDevimon examined the strange symbol that had appeared on Viral's right hand. It was red in color, and looked like a large diamond with smaller diamonds attached to its points. His D-Wrist, which was on the wrist of the same hand, glowed with same red shine.

"I read about them in some information files back in the Digital World." DemiDevimon muttered to himself, loud enough for the others to hear. "It's said that Crests are symbols that represent the most defining characteristic of a DigiDestined. Each Crest holds great power, and only the human and Digimon that it belongs to can harness its power."

"But what exactly is this power?" Will asked the Mini Devil Digimon.

"Hey!" Soul exclaimed, "There is one on all of our hands!"

The other DigiDestined looked to their right hands with shock, save for Soul, who was left handed and had both the Crest and D-Wrist on her left hand.

Will's Crest shone grey and was in the shape of a crescent with a circle at the bottom point of it.

Platinum's Crest was purple in color, shaped as a circle with a zigzag pattern and a triangle in the center of the top half.

Spade's green Crest looked like a star, with a circle in the center.

Soul's Crest were three triangles joined at the tips, similar to a pinwheel.

"We Digimon have them too." Renamon spoke up, noticing all the Digimon having Crests on their hands corresponding to their Tamers.

Will looked to Blacky. "We should call Omnimon." Will said.

...

"So Omnimon is the leader of these... 'Royal Knights' that have been combating the main bad guy back in the Digital World..." Viral repeated what Will had told him as their friends to himself.

"Thankfully, I saved his email, so we should be able to message him." Will stated.

"Gee, that's a pretty good idea, Will. You sure are a quick thinker when it comes to Digimon." Platinum praised.

"Um, well... thanks... I mean... you..." Will blabbered.

"Now if only you could put your mind to your schoolwork as much as Digimon." Will's mother whispered over his shoulder.

"Ah!" Will screamed out. Jerri had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, holding a phone in her hand.

"And that's twenty manly points deducted from Will's man score." Viral snickered to Soul, who in response punched him jokingly.

"Platinum, phone for you." Jerri said to the redhead Tamer. "It's your father."

"Tell him I be home soon." Platinum said flatly.

Jerri shrugged and left the room.

"Look! A message!" Spade pointed to the screen. A video feed appeared on the desktop. Will, after regaining his composure, opened the feed.

A strange Digimon appeared on the screen. It was clad in pink armor and had several sashes on its shoulders. A strange weapon was attached to his arm.

"Um, hello." Will said to the armored Digimon. The Digimon bowed.

The Digimon did not answer. It shifted its body as if it was talking, however.

"Oh! The sound is off still!" Will reached back behind his monitor to turn the volume on.

"Why is your sound off anyway, Will. Don't you have the Digimon Alert you should be listening out for?" Platinum inquired.

"Oh that's easy! He was doing something weird with his pants while watching videos of human women making funny noises!" BlackGuilmon barked from behind. "Then he made funny sounds of his own!"

"Blacky! What the hell?!" Will snarled in embarrassment, his face burning.

"Hey! You do it all the time, so I thought it was okay to talk about!" Blacky whimpered.

Platinum could barely breathe due to laughing so hard. Will turned to volume on his computer up. "Hello. Sorry, could you repeat that?" He glowered.

"Hello there. I am LordKnightmon. Omnimon is out right now." The armored Digimon said.

"Oh. What's he doing?" Will asked, interest replacing the embarrassed blush on his face.

LordKnightmon looked away. "Well, one of our comrades, Magnamon, disappeared several months before Milleniummon reared his ugly head to the Digital World. Omnimon took a couple of the other Royal Knights to find him."

"Hey! Do you know what the Crests do?" Soul asked as she pushed Will out of the way.

LordKnightmon looked away again, seeming to begin pondering. "Ah. The Crests. No idea."

The Tamers and their Digimon sweat dropped as a reply.

"Hey. Quick question." Spade called. "How come we have to collect data from defeated Digimon to Digivolve?"

"Oh, that's simple." LordKnightmon picked up a small book off-screen. "Um, let's see... See, the Real World isn't made of data like this world. Everything in the Digital World is made of data. From the air we breathe to the food we eat, Digimon are always downloading the data in a constant cycle similar to evolution."

Platinum regained her composure and snapped her fingers. "So what you're saying is that Digimon can't Digivolve is because there is no data in the Real World to feed off of."

The Holy Knight Digimon nodded. "The data collected from fallen Digimon is stored in the D-Wrist, and can be deployed in order to be downloaded into your Digimon to let them Digivolve, like all other DigiVices. The D-Wrists were unfortunately rushed in their creation in order to begin shipping them off to the DigiDestined that would one day save the Digital World from Milleniummon. Older models could go without data collecting, but those DigiVices couldn't handle the new Crests. Only these Crests have the power to save the Digital World."

"Cool!" BlackGuilmon cried out. "The Crests will beat Milleniummon!"

Lopmon smacked the black dragon on the head. "Dummy! He said they'll save the world, not beat the bad guy!"

Blacky pouted. "Just being optimistic..."

"Oh dear..." LordKnightmon said, looking into the book. "Um, not to alarm you, but there seems to be a problem."

"Aw crap. What is it?" Viral hissed.

"It seems we rushed the development of the D-Wrist a bit too much." The armor-clad Digimon began, "See, the current model of D-Wrist that was sent out a few weeks ago isn't fully capable of sustaining Ultimate Evolution."

"WHAT!?" Everyone called out in shock.

"Don't worry." LoadKnightmon chuckled. "The D-Wrists were fashioned to be able to change form once exposed to the true power of the user's Crest. Consider it an 'Evolution' of sorts."

Will looked at the back of his hand. The Crest had disappeared from his hand, but he knew it was still here. It wasn't visible, but he felt it. "So how do we 'expose the true power of the Crests' and all of that?" He asked.

A file was sent to Will's desktop. "Here are all the files I have on Digimon lore and about the Crests." LordKnightmon said sadly. "I know next to nothing outside of the D-Wrist manuals and a few myths from around the Digital World. All I know is that the Crests won't work until you exhibit the trait the Crest represents. Good luck, heroes." The screen faded to black and the call ended.

"Wait. Does all that mean that I can't Digivolve to Ultimate?" DemiDevimon growled.

"Why don't we check?" Spade said as he activated his D-Wrist and pressed the center ring down as soon as it shot up.

"DemiDevimon Digivolve to..." The Devil Digimon transformed into a white sheet. He floated up into a ghostly shape. A mouth full of sharp teeth and two beady black eyes appeared on his face. "Bakemon!" The Digimon wailed in a haunting manner.

"Huh. So that's your Champion form..." Commandramon joked.

"Choke on it, Commandramon." Bakemon hissed at the Cyborg Digimon. "Spade, go for Ultimate."

Spade nodded and activated the Digivolution again.

"Bakemon Digivolve to... Bakemon?" The Ghost Digimon gasped, realizing his sudden inability to evolve. "My wonderful Ultimate form! Oh!" Bakemon degenerated to DemiDevimon and suddenly into his small purple In-Training form, Pagumon. "I'm a bug. A flea. A waste of space..." He mumbled in his squeaky voice.

"I guess that your data dispersed when you degenerated for the first time." Will sighed.

Spade looked through his D-Wrist. "Nope, look here. The data that was used to create Myotismon was stored in the D-Wrist, but was automatically cashed in for Champion evolution. It's probably due to Myotismon being achieved through natural evolution. Bakemon told me about evolution not too long ago."

"Come now, Emomon." Commandramon picked up Pagumon by his floppy ears. "You should probably take care of this." He handed the little Digimon to Spade. The silver-haired boy took his partner, giving Commandramon a stern look at the same time.

"We should be getting home." Soul yawned, "The sun is going to set soon."

"Yeah. Let's talk about this tomorrow." Platinum blinked tiredly. The rest of the tamers began to shift in order to leave.

"Okay. See ya." Will smiled. Blacky growled in farewell.

Dracomon snored on the pull-out couch next to Will's bed. "Was he asleep all this time?" Will sighed heavily. He grabbed a blanket on his bed and covered the little dragon.

"Hm. Where's Ranamon?" Blacky asked as he climbed under the same blanket.

"Downstairs maybe." Will said as he climbed under his bedsheets, not bothering to change his clothing. He toyed with his D-Wrist for a bit before taking it off and placing it on his bedside table. He was about go to sleep, when he realized he noticed something odd. He picked up his D-Wrist and checked the Digimon Menu.

"What the hell?..." Will mumbled. "How come I can't access Dracomon's page?"

Blacky yawned. "If I remember correctly from the manual, The only way that can happen is if the Digimon is claimed by a different DigiVice."

Will turned his D-Wrist off. "But then whose DigiVice claimed him?"

...

"Hagurumon Digivolve to..." The Mechanical Digimon grew to a large size, become a large, tank-like Digimon with arms and legs. A single eye could be seen from holes in its armor and a pink orb in its center. A blue hatch was placed on his head."Mekanorimon!" It growled.

"Mekanorimon, let's get going." Silver opened his Digimon's hatch and entered his cockpit. "We have to meet up with others soon. With your new upgrades, you should be able to get there in a snap."

The Machine Digimon cried out, "You got it." The pack on his back was fashioned with rocket boosters, which began to charge up. Mekanorimon blasted up into the air. He flew up into the clouds with slight, jerking motions.

"The boosters are a bit unstable, but I'll fix it when we get back to the warehouse tonight." Silver muttered. He looked up through the top hatch. The moon shone with a brilliant light. "It's really getting dark. Better pump it up a bit, Mekanorimon, I don't want to be late."

"What exactly are we doing, anyway?" Mekanorimon asked.

"Well, the other Dark DigiDestined told me of the DigiDestined. They all have special Digimon that are extremely powerful. One in particular is a serious threat to Milleniummon's plans." Silver answered his Digimon. "We are finding out how to combat them, to observe them and find out their weaknesses. Seems boring to me, but it's no problem. Now that I have this." Silver smiled as he peered on his hand. It glowed with black 'light' in the shape of a square with a bar pointing out of each side.

Mekanorimon snarled. "I see some wild Digimon down there."

"Pennsylvania isn't as active with Digimon attacks as New York..." Silver pondered, "Let's go. The data is invaluable."