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(Be prepared for the Third and Final Novel to the Digital Record Series to start arriving shortly! The Digital Record: Finalized.)
EPILOGUE
The wind whisped against Akama's face as he stood in the shadow of a tree contemplating his next task. The leaves above him rustled shaken by the wind and he ventured forward, opening up his own makeshift shrine to his family, hidden in the woods where his former estate of his family used to have been, but had now, crumbled into shambles. The widely known proud Akajirou family was nothing more than a whisper in the gregories of history.
He entered into his own shrine noticing the markers and pictures of his family, some small time relics of his family that no one would be missing still persevering to this day. Some rocks, some carved sticks and kanji charactered items still had a vibrancy to them that Akama also wielded with fervor. But ignoring all of that, he went over to the center of the shrine where he could see a hilt of a blade sticking out, the blade entrenched into a smooth stone.
"I never thought," he said swallowed heavily, "That I would ever make it back here after what happened."
He felt the hair on the back of his next rise as he turned around, instinctively grabbing onto the blade pulling it out, the blade gleaming as if it had just been reforged.
He shuddered, noticing Homeostasis standing in front of him, her gleaming yellow eyes taking in his existence.
"You've come for the blade to end this life," she said one hand over her chest. "Truly such a weapon will work, but any weapon would suffice. This body is merely human after all."
"Don't talk like you care about her!" Akama rasped painfully, his mind filled with all of the images of Courtmon and himself being sacrificed in an attack. "She is nothing more than your tool! Just like I was!"
He held the blade pointing it out to her. "On my family name I will avenge Courtmon and all the other Digidestined you have wronged!" he exclaimed. "Prepare yourself!"
With that Akama vaulted himself forward swinging the blade ready to stab her through, but, he felt her palm slap his forehead freezing him in place, the blade right at the nape of Hikari's neck.
"One day," she said stroking his forehead, "you will have your revenge. Your role will either help save this world or it will destroy this world. But, in order that the monster inside of you is not privy to this information or my plans I will seal your knowledge of what you must do and you will know instinctively where to go."
Akama felt like screaming out, not even able to open his mouth as somehow she had temporarily paralyzed him. "Fret not," she smirked. "Whether you want to or not you will fulfill your purpose Akama. And then, I promise you will be set free."
He shuddered as her other hand touched his cheek. He could not help but stare into her eyes with hatred, but also terrified of her.
"Upon the Digidestined hearing of what happened to them and to you and to what their roles are in all of this, once the information is revealed, this seal will be released," she said, Akama feeling a jolt of energy rush to his head.
Akama felt as if he had frozen in place, Homeostasis pushing him back to the ground, his blade clattering against the shrine.
"At that battle," she said, Akama unable to look away from her imposing glare, "All will be decided. Even the damnation of the Usurper. The truth will be brought to light as all of the pieces gather together. And then both Kings of this game will finally clash in the judgment of the world," she said, her face, her eyes bending down closer and closer to his, ever threatening as if he would be swallowed whole by her will. "Be prepared to meet the end when that time comes."