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Story Themes: "Shangri-La" from the Noein OST

Author's Note: This chapter references not only a few attacks I'm unfamiliar with (due to never having seen them, though I tried researching them and still came up null), but also the WonderSwan games which featured Ryo as the protagonist. Unfortunately, I've never played those games (though I want to), but I have done a lot of research on them (particularly at Syldra dot net) so I hope the references in this chapter are accurate. I also made due with a few attacks that I'm not sure what they actually do, in particular "Terrible Gaze" and "Demon Stab", so I kind of made that up.

(-'010102000'-)

"One week has passed since then... Ryo-san has not returned yet. It seems he has not yet returned to the Digital World either, according to Gennai-san's e-mails... Though everyone else is worried, I am not. I feel... surely Ryo-san is out on a new adventure. Although there is no basis for this, I believe it... Unlike me, he is a true Tamer. No matter what happens on what world, so long as there is a Digital World, surely there's someone who needs Ryo-san's help. Thus, I think it's true. I hope, no matter how many years it takes, that we will meet again."

—Ken, D-1 Tamers

The Lighthouse

Saga I Session XI

... Part VII: The Cataclysm of Millenniummon's Ghost ...

"Yolei! Tai!" Davis reached out to grab them, but he was separated from them by a blinding flash of light. Yolei was swept in another direction toward Etemon, while Tai and Agumon dodge-rolled toward Piemon. Davis peered around for the source of the blinding light, and found Machinedramon.

He was massive. Davis rarely saw such massive digimon, especially ones that looked so intimidating. He stood before the digimon descending from the vortex above. Within seconds, more descending digimon than Davis could count were hovering behind him— and he highly doubted they were Azulongmon's reinforcements.

He spent a good chunk of the last six months in the Digital World preparing for this day. They knew the Digital World would also be attacked, but the difference between the Digital World and Earth was that Earth would not be able to defend itself as well against the threats. Azulongmon was hesitant on allowing digimon to travel to Earth, but Oikawa and Gennai managed to convince him that it would be for the best. What good would it be for the Digital World if they let Earth be conquered? What if the Digital World had another crisis, but there were no Earth children this time to bail them out?

Davis didn't actually get to see Oikawa. Oikawa had no physical shape. But Gennai told him it was Oikawa whose words Azulongmon most strongly listened to, Davis wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because Oikawa had taken place as the Digital World's protector, the seal between gates, the restorer of beauty.

All Davis knew was that convincing Azulongmon to send in back-up was a good plan. If Japan alone was having this much trouble already, what about the rest of the world? But then again, Japan had a relatively low amount of Destined compared to plenty of other nations. Then again, the Japanese Destined had more ultimates and higher-evolved forms than other places, as well.

Above him, a Blimpmon cried out his name and sent in dozens of bombs that exploded upon Machinedramon's growing army. Several more Blimpmon passed after him. Legions of Guardromon and Blimpmon fired hundreds of missiles into battalions of Mechanorimon and Chaosdramon; several Tankdramon and Suijinmon opened fire on each other, explosions ripping through the city as missiles and shrapnel rattled the floor. A hailstorm of laser fire rained down around them.

In the sky soared hundreds of Yatagaramon, Airdramon, Devidramon, Kazemon, Flymon, and Gigadramon, blotting the dim, falling Sun and the faded, rising Moon. A GranKuwagamon blasted a Gryphonmon and Harpymon out of the sky with his Dimension Scissor attack. Hippogryphomon and Karatenmon bludgeoned each other with sharp claws and Heat Wave attacks and blade-cutting feathers. Three Hououmon cleaved through gliding infantries of evil Majiramon, Megadramon, and Mihiramon. Several Mothmon and Ornismon fired off missiles and energy beams at Parrotmon and Piximon. The high frequency of a Pipismon's screech destroyed the sensory organs of a few Ravemon. A dancing duo of Lotusmon and Rosemon severed the wings of more than a few Sabirdramon and Waspmon. JetSilphymon and AncientIrismon destroyed each other in a rainbow-colored blast that sent up several buildings in a mushroom cloud of flame and smoke.

Mere feet above his head, Davis watched a leaping Wendimon implode from a Vademon's blast. As charred flesh and bone pounded the ground around him, Davis reached up to block the incoming chunks with a shield of fire that burst and crackled in the air. Beside him, ExVeemon gave dark looks in Machinedramon's direction.

"Dark Masters, aye?" Davis looked at ExVeemon. "Always wondered what kind of enemies Tai's group fought. Guess we get to find out."

"We should let someone else take care of Machinedramon," ExVeemon said, still shivering. Davis gave his digimon a curious look.

"Why? Are you okay?"

"He should be dead. Permanently dead. Ryo and I... Ken..." ExVeemon bit down on his tongue. "Tch."

"What are you talking about?" Davis glanced toward his partner. Their expressions were lit-up by a nearby battle between Ebemon and Mistymon.

As the bombs exploded around them, as the din grew yet more and more violent, as the day passed, inside Davis's mind and even inside his heart there was a deep, still silence. What was it that Veemon kept from him? Veemon never kept secrets. He was Davis's fun, happy, go-lucky, optimistic partner, the one with no faults of his own, no deep dark pasts.

"My old partner destroyed Machinedramon," ExVeemon said, turning fully to Davis.

Davis's heart hammered against his ribcage. Old partner. But Davis had always assumed Veemon had been created for a specific purpose— specifically for Davis. All those eons ago, destiny sensed Davis's coming; Davis assumed he had been a part of this grand scheme involving Veemon, that the hand of fate had manufactured Davis a partner that was his and his alone. A legend, the impossible— and he was Davis's partner, Davis and Davis alone.

Maybe that was selfish and arrogant to assume. But when they told Davis that the armor digieggs were specifically created for Davis, Yolei, and Cody to bypass the the influence of the Control Spires so that their partners could digivolve, he'd thought that included their digimon, as well, since they had been sealed along with the eggs.

Had his partner not been his own real partner? What happened to Veemon's first partner?

"It happened a long time ago," ExVeemon whispered. Davis had never seen his partner look so grave. "A few years before you and I met," he continued, "When Diablomon attacked the real world."

Diablomon... Davis remembered that fight. He witnessed it on the computer. He remembered thinking it was such a weird virus, and why in the world could everyone else see it as well? Ironically, it was through that battle that one of his best friends, Yolei, became a Destined. It was weird to think that if she never saw that battle, the two of them would have never become such good friends.

Davis assumed Veemon had been sealed in that digiegg for eons, possibly since the beginning of the Digital World. The way the world spoke of it, the legendary DigiEggs had seemed... well, legendary, ancient; not new, not just a mere few years old before Davis and the others inherited them.

But he supposed it made sense, didn't it? Ken was infected by the Dark Spore around that time. The Sovereign sensed the darkness rising in Ken's heart and prepared for the result by sealing away Veemon, Hawkmon, and Armadillomon in the DigiEggs of Courage, Love, and Knowledge. It briefly made Davis wonder if the DigiEggs of Friendship, Sincerity, Reliability, Hope, and Light also had their own digimon sealed within them, but because the Destined had already inherited their partners, the Sovereign decided to leave those digimon sealed. How cruel a fate that would be, waiting for a partner that would never come.

Part of it reminded Davis of Gatomon. Hadn't something similar happened to her as well? But she found her partner in the end.

"I was resting," ExVeemon went on, "In a deep, endless sleep that had lasted so long... I think I might have died, Davis. I don't remember. I don't remember who I used to be, just that I used to be someone important. Someone great. And then I died for some greater purpose, and was reformatted into the DigiEgg of Courage, but I knew I wasn't allowed to hatch yet. So I stayed asleep. Then something – something dark, something... something evil... awakened me.

"At first, I didn't know what it was. Who it was. Initially, I thought it had to be Diablomon. After all, his brother was running amok in the human world while another stray Diablomon was also causing chaos in the Digital World. At the time, most of the Destined were dealing with Diablomon in the real world so it wasn't as if I could call them to the Digital World. So I sought the boy named Ryo."

Ryo... Ryo, Ryo, Ryo. Davis searched his mind trying to think of where the name came from. It sounded incredibly familiar. He didn't think any of the Destined had that name. In the past five years, he'd gotten so well-acquainted with so many of the newer Destined throughout the entire world that he was sure he'd probably met him.

That was until ExVeemon said, "Ryo disappeared after it. People say he went to another world, another dimension. But I still remember the day we realized the Diablomon in the Digital World was only a trap set for Ryo... by Millenniummon."

The name alone sent quivers up Davis's arms, but he was sure he'd never heard it before.

"Millenniummon, the creator of the Dark Spores," ExVeemon explained, "Millenniummon, the time traveling digimon," he growled, "Millenniummon, conqueror of the future," he mourned, "Millenniummon, the jogress of Chimeramon and that Machinedramon!"

He pointed at the great metal Dark Master who roared into the darkness of the DigiPort.

"INFINITE CANNON!" Machinedramon bellowed.

Half a dozen energy blasts surged from the mammoth cannons on Machinedramon's back. ExVeemon grabbed Davis before he could respond and threw the both of them far off to the side. The blasts hit where they were standing seconds beforehand and completely obliterated it, sweeping up a fourth of the city in its wake, leaving nothing but a smoking trench behind. Davis and ExVeemon were catapulted off their feet by the aftershock. Davis watched the others fumble and get knocked right off their feet as well, but they were much further from the blast than Davis and ExVeemon.

For what felt like eternity, Davis went deaf. Sirens blared in his ears. He blearily reached up to feel the warm liquid oozing out of his ears. ExVeemon was shaking him violently, trying to snap him out of it, but his vision blurred.

C'mon, Davis Motomiya... he thought, squinting, trying to clear away the clouds in his eyes. Half your internal organs got smashed by JackieBitch, the ass-jackal. You've Enigma Evolved more times than you can count in the past six months... if ExVeemon can handle this attack, so can you!

Trembling, Davis stood. The tumult swelled around him, with people and digimon screaming and running. Another explosion blossomed several roads away, shaking the ground beneath him. It wasn't from Machinedramon this time, it was AncientVolcamon and AncientBeetlemon. A chill permeated from the ground— AncientMegatheriumon, Hyogamon, and Icemon were battling on the other side of the city, turning entire roads and buildings and trails of sewers into blocks of ice.

A black aura surged around Davis's hands and eyes, swimming around his head. It pored into his mouth, his nostrils, oozing from his fingertips and exhaling out of his lungs. The blackness repaired his broken, bleeding eardrums barely enough to hear ExVeemon's voice calling out his name.

"Davis! Davis, can you hear me? Are you alright?"

"What did Millenniummon do to you, Veemon?" Davis asked, the blackness growing around him.

ExVeemon pulled away. "What?"

"To make you scared..." From the blackness came a dervish of blue and orange light. "...To make you too scared to tell me... to make you quiet... I didn't even know you met Ken before our own adventures... You never gave any sign of recognition, and neither did Ken; do you fear Millenniummon that much? That by saying his name, by acknowledging those events, it'd be like a bad omen? Perhaps you're afraid of triggering all those bad moments, terrified of the mere memory... You can't even say his name without shaking. What did he do to you?"

"It was what he did to Ryo, what he did to Ken and Wormmon... The Dark Spores were intended for Ryo, but it was Ken who got them instead. Millenniummon was to blame for the Digimon Emperor, and indirectly, the resurrection of MaloMyotismon," ExVeemon told Davis.

The black aura, the dancing blue and orange, submerged into a flickering flame. Bluish-white and orange and red fire, extinguishing Davis's face, his arms, his torso, his legs and feet— soon he was a moving ball of flame.

"Millenniummon was the strongest enemy the Digital World has ever seen in any reality, Davis," ExVeemon admitted. "...Entire dimensions united to stop him. The Digimon Emperor was manipulated by the Dark Spore's power to create Chimeramon in the dead Millenniummon's hopes of resurrecting himself one more time, though I doubt Ken even realized it. Time and time again Millenniummon came back to life... Ryo couldn't stop him until..."

"Until...?"

"Until Millenniummon revealed he was Ryo's true partner," ExVeemon said. "Throughout the ages, Ryo had worked with me, with Agumon, with Monodramon. All of us were ten times the partner to him than Millenniummon, who did nothing but try to destroy Ryo, his own partner. Millenniummon, who did nothing but conquer time and space, future and past and present, who spread havoc and carnage. Who only wanted destruction and tyranny. So Ryo made the ultimate sacrifice to end it, once and for all."

"He killed himself?"

"He jogressed his best friend, Monodramon, with Millenniummon." At this, ExVeemon finally looked Davis in the eye. "It ended Millenniummon forever. You see, Davis? Machinedramon can't be here, can't be like this. He can't fight us because he should still be jogressed with Monodramon— Ryo departed for another reality, another time, he can't come back here anymore. Machinedramon should no longer exist in this world or this Digital World, Davis! Ryo gave up everything to destroy him! His pride, his home, his partner! Millenniummon and the two digimon who create him – Chimeramon and Machinedramon – should still be with Ryo in that other reality, jogressed with Monodramon! So if Machinedramon's here..."

"Then something is very, very wrong," Davis replied. "And we should stop him before he can find a Chimeramon to jogress with again."

"Yes," ExVeemon agreed. "Otherwise we are all more doomed than we already were."

"Hold my hand," Davis commanded. ExVeemon did as was requested and gripped Davis's hand tightly in his own. It was hard, Davis's hand was so much smaller than his own.

Davis felt the ancient power of the Enigma Evolution run through him. It was there, all of it, eras and ages of indescribable, undiluted power, the secrets of evolution both natural and focused. As Davis tapped further and further into the pool of the evolution, he saw flashes of realities he didn't know...

...A red, jelly-like creature descending on a city and devouring it whole; the death of a Leomon, but not one he knew, this Leomon was the partner of a girl named Juri. He saw humans digivolving together with digimon to form even stronger digimon, digimon as strong as mega levels like WarGreymon and MetalGarurumon...

...Then he saw humans becoming digimon— but how? He saw a blond-haired, blue-eyed digimon obliterate the cosmos, reaching toward another world, toward Earth, to consume it whole; but then he was shattered by the red-armored enemy, by the humans, who had digivolved together into one super-being. The blond-haired, blue-eyed angel-demon-type digimon looked so familiar, but he couldn't place how...

...Davis saw humans with molten megas facing a mammoth, demonic digimon of uncontrollable power that ripped apart the very boundaries between worlds in a glow of green light. Then they faced a white tyrant with power of creation and destruction stirring in her belly...

...In another world there were three humans, a girl with two ponytails, a blond boy, and a boy with goggles, using a process that reminded Davis so much of jogressing, yet it wasn't. The digimon were whole, merely using parts of each other to create a stronger core. Oh, the fiends they faced...

ExVeemon fumbled. He fell on one knee. "This power..." he whispered, nearly taking his hand away from Davis, but Davis clasped it tighter than before. "Davis, is this Enigma Evolution?"

Evolution of time, of reality and unreality combined, of realm and unity and space, of legend and the unknown and myth and age and youth. The true essence of the Digital World and Earth and the thin line which separated them from each other.

"Yes." The black aura swallowed ExVeemon whole. "Now it's your turn to Enigma Evolve."

In a flourish of movement, ExVeemon smiled, spreading his arms. An organic sack of black energy encaged him, exploding in a flurry of power that rushed over the rocks and the sediment and the concrete and the walling and the vehicles and the world itself. Davis would have been pushed back by the thrust of wind if not for the black energy also encasing him. The egg formed around ExVeemon, spluttering with black and orange and blue sparks, screaming and whistling against the reality of this world.

It took seconds. A fist chinked the inner-core of the egg. With a second pound, the shell shattered and clattered against the pavement. Data swam to the sky, swirling; a swiveling vortex of energy consumed the egg with what was once ExVeemon in the center. The sky rattled, the ground rumbled, the air quivered.

It took seconds for a mere champion to emerge not an ultimate... oh no, ExVeemon had skipped that stage.

If the point of Enigma Evolution's stage 1 was to give their human counterparts a boost in power so that they had the strength of a mega digimon, then stage 2 was to do the same for their digital counterparts.

"EXVEEMON ENIGMA EVOLVE TO..." Claws lanced through the tornado gales, sundering it as if it were solid matter and atom. Peeling away the wind, the new digimon's face peered through the muck and mire.

Blue, sleek, metal skin, with a black armored chin and a jagged orange mane of hair that flailed against the wind... Gold and blue and red and orange spectrums flashed brilliantly against his metal trappings, his yellow eyes...

The tornado of wind flared into a whirlpool of fire and lava and, beneath the ground, churned the pits of magma that erupted around him. Nearby Nightmare Soldiers screamed in agony as the earth's crust opened up beneath them and swallowed them whole, dragging them to the core of the world where they were incinerated into ash and nothingness.

Davis's partner tore himself out of the inferno and bellowed out to the entire world his real name:

"...DARKDRAMON!"

We will change this reality, Davis thought, reaching to the skies, reaching to his partner soaring through the winds and the flame and the darkness. Black energy swooned about him, lowering and curling and unfurling. So that the future is safe once again. I don't know about the other realities, but they're out there... and I know we can change our fate because I have seen them change theirs.

"TOGETHER, DARKDRAMON!" Davis boomed, his voice blistering like thunder.

"DARK..." Darkdramon began. Simultaneously, Davis raised his hands to the sky with him, fire and lava and stalactite and stalagmite churning in his hands as the stirring beneath him. "...ROAR!"

Together, the flame and the dark matter hurled through the streets, obliterating the pavement with it, destroying countless abandoned vehicles and buildings. Craterous trails dug deep in the earth were all that was left behind by the attack as it split the air around it.

Machinedramon looked up and watched the attack just in time to throw one of his own. "CATASTROPHE D!"

Hundreds of bright, sparking lights exploded from Machinedramon's back. At the same time, he grabbed at least a dozen more nearby Nightmare Soldiers – Guardromon, Mechanorimon, HiAndromon – and tossed them straight at the combined attacks of Davis and Darkdramon. Instead of hitting Machinedramon, they incinerated the digimon-shields Machinedramon threw at them. At the same time, Davis reached deep inside himself and waved his hand, manifesting a Trojan Wall of lava that cauterized Machinedramon's missiles.

"TERRIBLE GAZE," Darkdramon roared, staring into the missiles and destroying them before they could reach him.

Davis watched with widening eyes as the missiles threatened to descend and completely abolish Odaiba and all neighboring cities. "DARKDRAMON," he cried. Darkdramon nodded. Without hesitation, back-to-back, Davis and Darkdramon chucked dozens of attacks in every direction, aiming to explode the missiles before they could touch ground. A ring of fire lit up the sky and hailed shrapnel upon the city. A hunk of charred metal lanced through Davis's shoulder with a groaning shriek, sending him flipping backwards, soaked in blood and splintered bone.

Clenching his teeth in a hiss, he wrenched the shrapnel out and cauterized the wound, then flipped several more attacks into the sky. At least seven missiles leaked through their barrage of attacks, illuminating half the city in a raucous boom of electromagnetic force that hurled smoke through the streets.

"Shit." Davis and Darkdramon didn't even have a second to consider their next move.

"INFINITY CANNON." More missiles screamed toward them. At the same time, Machinedramon motioned to his legions of machine digimon who fired upon order. Hundreds of explosions sounded off, knocking Davis and Darkdramon several paces. Both of them caught their balance and skidded backwards, still facing their enemies as they summoned the energy to expel the attacks from the rest of the city. Davis reached out his hand, forcing the bombs to explode midair by triggering the chemicals inside of them. Darkdramon lurched through the din and jerked his elbow back for momentum.

Inches from Machinedramon's metal-encased skull, Darkdramon roared, "GIGA STICK LANCE..."

Simultaneously, Machinedramon roared, "BOOSTER CLAW..."

Both attacks struck their targets instantaneously. Machindramon's claws pierced Darkdramon's armored chest, Darkdramon's harpoon shredded the protective metal skin of Machinedramon's cranium.

"I won't... let you..." Darkdramon snarled, digging his claws in further through Machinedramon's skull, "...endanger this world... again... I won't let you ruin the life of another one of my partners..."

"CATASTROPHE D," Machinedramon bellowed. Deep inside Darkdramon's chest, Machinedramon set off hundreds of exploding missiles, incinerating his torso.

Darkdramon was blown off his feet and flipped through the air. The blinding light of the explosions encased him, making him disappear within their brightly flickering fire. Davis screamed for him, reaching out for his partner, but he knew he'd be too late.

As the explosions swallowed both Machinedramon and Darkdramon whole, Machinedramon threw his head back in a loud, rough, low-pitched cackle.

"What...?" Darkdramon's pupils shrunk. "You... You're laughing...?"

"Everything has changed," Machinedramon said in his computerized voice. "This world's future no longer aligns with the future I once conquered. The timeline is out of sync, nothing can be put right! Ryo is dead! He can't save you this time, Veemon!"

"You... you're lying!" Darkdramon screamed. Machinedramon laughed at him.

Explosions sounded all around him from Machinedramon's missiles. They were swept up in the debris, in the fire, in the pulse. Yet the two digimon continued, their voices rising, rising, louder than the din, than the fray, than the panic.

"HE IS NOT DEAD!" Bloody, wounded, half his torso destroyed, Darkdramon lunged at Machinedramon. "DEMON STAB."

A hundred lances launched forward. Their jagged points spiked straight through Machinedramon's metal barriers, piercing his chest, his head, blinding his eyes, shredding his shoulders and his legs. Machinedramon fell limp against the lances, his head leaning against one protruding from his thigh.

Still, as the explosions rung out surrounding them, Machinedramon's low, computerized voice snickered. "...You know... I don't lie... old friend... old enemy..." His wires sparked and lit up along with the explosions. "He does not travel through time anymore... neither do I... Time passes so differently between the worlds anyway... He lived a good life, you know... in that other world... but he grew sick and crippled by age... he's left us, left us both... you and me and Agumon... his frail human shell withered by those long years...

"How disappointing... If he had allowed me to stay as Millenniummon...

"He could have been immortal... My dear, beloved Ryo..."

Darkdramon was panting, stooped over, trying to keep his organs from spilling out of the wound in his chest. Groaning, he fumbled and reached out for Machinedramon. At the same time, Machinedramon reached out for him.

"Ryo wouldn't have wanted to be immortal," Darkdramon whispered. "He just wanted to be happy."

"He was happy," Machinedramon whispered. "We were happy. Him, me and Monodramon... He and I, Monodramon and I... we were reborn as Cyberdramon, but when Ryo died, we divided. You should have seen him die, Darkdramon..." Machinedramon looked up at Darkdramon, peering into his yellow glowing eyes even though he was blind. Darkdramon could feel the ghost of his glare. "You should have been there."

"No," Darkdramon whispered, finally grabbing Machinedramon's clawed hand. "I was where I was supposed to be. Here. This world. This time. With this human partner, the one I was meant for. You can understand that, being with the human you were meant for."

"Yes..."

And the light glowing in Machinedramon's eyes trembled, then dimmed.

"Yes, and now... I am meant..." the light faded "...for no one..."

and Machinedramon burst into a cloud of ascending data.

"Darkdramon!" Davis called out. Darkdramon twisted in his direction, fumbling. He found himself no longer reaching out for the hand of one of his oldest enemies, but for his partner's, who, too, was reaching out for him. Both he and Davis had been heavily wounded in battle; Darkdramon could hardly move.

He got in about two steps before he collapsed. Two steps more than his partner, Davis fainted alongside him.

(-1010210-)

Kari...?

The darkness had him. Davis couldn't move; he was surrounded by it, caged by it. Seconds ago, he'd been perfectly awake and conscious, now here he was— knocked out and half-dead, his eyes squeezed shut, guided by none but shadows.

Maybe it was because they shared each other's souls. Maybe it was a delusion. All Davis knew was that, in that prevailing darkness, he could see Kari surrounded by a white light, guiding him through the blackness and into the bright.

"Kari..." He reached out for her in the darkness, but he touched nothing but air.

She smiled sadly at him. "I'm coming for you," she said. "I'm almost there, Motomiya. Hang on."

He smiled back at her, holding his shoulder. It hurt, but he wouldn't let her see his pain. She would know it already. "I'll wait for you," he replied, watching her white light fade into the darkness. "As long as it takes, I'll wait for you."

(-'10201011'-)

Chapter Preview:

- "I can feel it growing inside of me, greater than even the darkness. This power, this amazing power! I know who I am. I am the greatest digimon to have ever existed, to have ever digivolved!"

-"MetalSeadramon, my gluttony and my lust, my disappointment. Puppetmon, my wrath and my envy, my loneliness. Machinedramon, my greed and my sloth, my rage. And you, Piemon, my pride. My power. My leadership. Without your guidance, they will fall. Each of you are fragments of a much larger door to which I am the key. You cannot mend the door without all the scattered splinters."

- "We five are tragedy personified, aren't we?" "We are the ones who never mattered." "We are the ones who failed."

-"You would be surprised the kind of strength a second chance gives you."

-"Psych."

-"Who are yous? Yous trespassing on mah gardens! You ain't purdy like da flowas, they need mah care! Ophaaaanimon! Dis man on my garden!"

-"No one understands me! I'm too great! Too powerful, too magnanimousesous... None shall know my pain!"

-"You dun know me? You dun know me? Do ya live unda' a rock?"

-"My name is Piemon. And I've come here to serve you."

Tune into Act I Session XII: The Cataclysm of Apocalymon's Avatars!