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Chapter 55

Last Words

For Adarnamon, this was it. After what was perhaps an eternity of lying to himself and his partner along with waiting at the top of this towers, things had finally come to a head - a definite ending to this me-

"They get it." the large bird digimon announced and focused fully on Rantha. More specifically, Rantha's new scimitar more than any other part of the artisan at the moment. Is that a hint of envy we got there? Probably not, but there's a small chance it's something along those lines. "Oh my. Looks like someone had finally given up using that dinky little knife for a proper weapon. I told you no one would actually take you seriously with that thing."

Rantha rolled his eyes, grip tightening on the weapon. Of course Adarnamon would start off with him for his taunting. But, he would have to choose his words carefully and deliberately. A single misphrased remark or taunt could bring the same curse from before. Definitely don't want to lose everything once more. Especially after everything you just went through.

"Do I look like I really care about that, Adarnamon?" the artisan countered and focused on his partner. Pulling the scimitar back, he charged straight towards the giant bird digimon. I would get on your case for not listening to what I had just said, but someone needs to be the first person to strike him. Doesn't stop Adarnamon from letting out a chuckle. Asshole.

"Idiot." Adarnamon countered as he went for a slap with his left wing. Not even stepping forward, the swing is betting on the size of the wing rather than... a sensible strategy to defeat all of us. This isn't hard to do. Just use your head. "Oh just shut it."

Adarnamon's wing slammed into Rantha, knocking his partner back a couple feet. Flipping the bird at the bird digimon, Rantha went in for one more attempt. A lot more successful than his initial attempt, he made a beeline back towards the rest of our heroes. Just in time for Ella to get her turret out. Doesn't look to be aimed at anything for the moment or really on currently.

"Bubbles dear?" the artificer remarked, the little dragon focusing on her over Adarnamon for the moment. Running over, he made sure to set Phusitmon down beforehand. "Could I perhaps use your infusion element?"

Ella initiates a trade with Bubbles

Do you accept?

Yes/No

Bubbles looked up to the buttons, tapping 'yes' with a claw. No real need to think this over (even if it was a bit of a stretch to reach the options). Sure, Phusitmon's healing bubbles were great in a pinch. But in a battle like this ('down' Blaze for the entire fight), having something simple and fast as the turret to provide was their best option. Or something along those lines. As for our little dragon, he would do his best to help. Even if he wasn't completely sure what he could do now. Maybe help Blaze? I digress though.

Trade Terms: Temporary

A pastel green outline formed around Ella's body as Cinemon got ready to head out to take Adarnamon on. Or at the very least, distract him while his partner got the turret all set up and ready for healing their teammates. If nothing else, it would probably be a surprise attack.

It wouldn't. For this to be a surprise attack that would imply Adarnamon has no clue that Cinemon was actually there. But since you all came in like you sort of had some semblance of a plan. Of which you idiots don't. You could've made one. But you're not the kind of group to do that. No, you're the sort of group who rushes head on and just… acts. I can respect that.

Thanks, DM. I guess this is the one compliment we're going to get?

Silence. You know what? Fair enough. That's good enough for the moment. I guess expecting anything more than that was… foolish.

"Infuse!" Ella shouted, placing a hand on her turret. The change of magic mattered little to the weapon, getting ready to switch ammo types. While that was happening, Yvonne was making her way over to Rantha. Mostly to make sure that he was alright on top of drawing the bird digimon's focus away. "Mending!"

Mewl!

The sound shot out from the feline dog digimon, bringing Adarnamon's focus over to him. Not sure it actually did damage. If it somehow did, Adarnamon wasn't choosing to show it to everyone at the moment. Which is just rude. At least do the bare minimum for this fight!

Yet, my remark fell on deaf ears. Not that I was really expecting it to get a proper response. Mostly because our large bird digimon had his focus on Yvonne. Closing the distance in a remarkably short period of time, the rings of her khakkhara jingling about. Not exactly the soothing sound you would expect from such a weapon. Wonder what other surprises are hidden within that thing? Eh. Something to figure out when we're back in Aldia and things have settled down a touch. Oh dear. I've gone onto another tangent. Right now, my focus should be on Adarnamon and nothing else.

"Infuse!" Yvonne announced, a slate gray outline appearing around her body. "Spirit!"

Swinging her staff into Adarnamon, our bird digimon freezes in place. The rings of the khakkhara are strangely silent now. Guess that's a strange side effect of spirit? Sort of like how 'Ember' grows in heat the longer it's in use. Wonder what the other bonuses for the infusion elements are…

"Does it really matter?!" Adarnamon screeched as he tried to break free from this frozen state. Nonetheless, Rantha took this as his chance to get a couple sword swings in. Good form, though it still looks like you've got a touch more to get better at this. Plenty of opportunities after this.

"It does to him. All that really matters for the sake of this story." Rantha countered and went in for a punch to finish this combo off. Connecting with his partner's face, he found himself getting stared down for the moment. Not really threatening, more a slight annoyance for everyone in this room. "All you ever do is 'cure' people who need support by . You wouldn't understand."

Upon hearing that, Adarnamon went in for a peck. While Rantha was able to get out of the way at the last possible moment, it would seem that our bird digimon has finally broken free. Not before Blaze got a kick in. Not the most effective attack you've done, but when all you have is your feet… you make do with what you got.

"Oh? Do I have another vic- client that needs my special brand of treatment? I'm more than happy to help you with those burns, little boy." Adarnamon announced, focus shifting away from Rantha and over to Blaze. Yes, his recently burnt hands are on full display and we haven't really gotten a chance to repair the damage. Sure, that burn cream is up above in that plastic surgery place. No way that would help here.

So the dancer ignored his taunter. Not really much use in putting any thought into his shouting anyhow. Probably just make you even more frustrated.

"Infuse!" Blaze announced, red outline forming around his body. Balamon slithered up his body, gripping his left arm for the moment. "Ember!"

Doing a light hop, Blaze's foot connected with a piece of rubble and launched it up into the air. Heat rising within the tiny stone, it becomes a little ball of fire. Handy. Of course, falling back to the ground after combusting isn't very useful to us for the moment.

Right on cue, Munbimon shot her partner a look. What sounds like whispering followed, less strategic planning and more the filling in on what she had in mind. A nod and our ghost monkey digimon dismounted.

"Infuse!" Munbimon announced, a brown outline forming around her body. Adarnamon doesn't even focus on her, instead trying his hardest to not get frozen in place. Doesn't look to be doing that good of a job with that. "Dust!"

Dust Kiss!

Swooping down, Munbimon plopped a kiss onto Adarnamon's cheek. A cloud of dust followed, just low enough for Blaze to reach. Which is exactly what Blaze did, giving the dirt a low kick and stepped back. Just in time for the large cloud of dust to burst into flames Of course, Adarnamon didn't take too kindly to either gesture and began flapping his wings about. Shit. Shit. Brace yourself!

Adarna Tornado!

Wind and poison furiously swirl about the room, our heroes finding themselves launched up and floating about this enclosed structure. Thrown about, Ella is the only person who's able to hold on. But that's only because of the turret more than anything else. Especially as Madame tried their hardest to get their whip to connect to something.

"Idiot." Ella muttered and let her focus be on that of her girlfriend for the moment. Reaching out, Madame got the message - loud and clear. Throwing the whip out one more time, Ella grabbed hold. "What am I going to do with you?"

Madame rolled her eyes, mumblings of something following as the winds began to let up. I don't think I caught a lick of what was said. Not that it really matters. I have a pretty good idea what was said. But I'll let that be their little secret for the moment.

Yet, Madame jumped down to the ground. Kollmon came up behind them, having some general idea on what she needed to be doing right now. Which is totally why she's standing right behind her partner for the moment and totally not to get a one up on Adarnamon for the moment.

"Infuse!" Madame announced as a seafoam green formed around their body. Whip now free from Ella's grip, they pull it back in anticipation. "Gale!"

Swinging the whip forward, a gust of wind shot forth. Slamming right into Adarnamon, those nearby take this as their opportunity to strike. Quite effective, even if it doesn't look like we're quite there on wearing Adarnamon down. No, we need to corner him and lay things on h-

An icy spike shot off in the direction of our large bird digimon, bringing his focus over to Melody of all people. Lumosmon provides emotional support. Well, as much as one moth digimon can muster without the ability to speak.

"Oh right. The slut of my former master." Adarnamon muttered and slowly approached our mystic. Melody rolled her eyes and focused on Munbimon. Currently trying her best to catch up to Adarnamon with everyone else, she does notice the mystic's look at her. Something about that seemed to call her over.

"I have no idea what you're even talking about Mr Adarnamon." she countered and made a hand motion. Not really like anything I've ever seen before. Hand motions aren't my forte.

Dust Kiss!

Catching up to Adarnamon, Munbimon plopped another kiss on her opponent's cheek. Now that's a lot better. I knew you could do it. Like before, a cloud of dust showed up. This one though was a lot higher. Can't easily kick that for the moment.

Bubble!

Of course, Phusitmon collaborated on this and shot a bunch of bubbles out. Colliding with the dust, we now have ourselves… mud. Well, frozen mud now that a frozen spike has been added into the mix. All while Melody takes a couple swings with her sickles. Coming on top of everything else we've thrown at this stupid bird. You would think he would yield. Or if nothing else, taunt us a tiny bit more.

Right on cue, Adarnamon flipped the bird. Well, the avian digimon equivalent of such a move. Not that bad of an impression. Isn't really that effective though. Not in the heat of battle.

"You idiots are really starting to get on my nerves." Adarnamon announced, gaze shifting to the rocks. "Rantha, do you know how many people have climbed this tower? How many have gathered the dragon's riches and then headed on with their lives?"

Adarnamon's words roll out, Rantha's gaze shooting over to him. Part of the artisan didn't want to answer that question. Sure, he had no real clue the exact number. Doesn't even factor the number of people who might have done it in the memories that Adarnamon created for him to believe that hadn't actually climbed this place. But something else seemed to stick out. Why a question in regard to that? At no other point had it really mattered in why people were actually climbing this structure. Why did it somehow matter now? Unless… No. That would be a stretch. Even by the standards of this world.

Perhaps that's the answer and only by saying will things become clear, Mister.

"I don't know…" Rantha whispered, gaze shifting to the floor. Adarnamon began to chuckle, everyone's gazes now on him.

"You don't know because you're just a copy of some random shopkeeper that the creator of that world and those around him loved oh so much." Adarnamon explained as our heroes give him a confused look.

Was that your guess? Because that certainly wasn't mine.

Not really? I was thinking more along the lines of him being a doppelganger of someone we haven't met before but Rantha had (somehow). What was your guess?

I was under the assumption this was a whole test to see if Rantha was secretly a robot or not. Though, that was a complete and utter long shot on my part.

"So he's a copy of something created by a person?" Balamon remarked, Rantha's gaze finally returning to his partner. A million different things surged through his head. But within all of that, a single idea sprouted forth. Sure, he probably would've come to that conclusion as well eventually. One of the few good things that Adarnamon actually did for him. Even if the purpose was ironically, meant to break our artisan's spirit and bring an end to this fight. Which is very much forgetting the part that our large bird digimon is currently outnumbered.

"You are right on the money, Balamon." Adarnamon answered, gaze more on Balamon than his actual partner currently. Rantha is paying his full attention to you. At least extend the favor to him in return. "Why the hell would I give two shits about a fake person who thinks he can actually change himself for the better. Oh please. The moment that he walks out of here it'll be as if nothing has actually changed - suicidal, self-destructive and unable to solve his own problems without the help of my cu-

Adarnamon's privilege to finish that truly wonderful sentence is cut off by Rantha giving him a slight kick. While not really effective, he does send quite a message to his partner.

"Bullshit. Quite fitting for a creature that only seems capable of doing just that and nothing more." Rantha screeched and pointed his scimitar at Adarnamon. Muttering something under his breath, the scars of cuts left alone on full display. "If you believe that I'm unable to change, that's your fucking problem - not mine. It's going to take a hell of a lot of time and far more effort than perhaps I have right now, but I will become a better person."

Adarnamon just laughed. If I didn't know any better, probably would think he was under some kind of strange spell or curse. But no, this is the honest reaction to someone making a commitment to change their life for the better or die trying. That's also their partner for who knows how many years. Absolutely despicable.

Shade Claw!

Thankfully, this was the moment Kollmon made herself known once more - smashing her claws into Adarnamon's side. Looks quite painful. Definitely a sneak attack on full display.

"Wonderful." Adarnamon muttered and picked Kollmon up with his beak. Flinging her back to Madame, the thief managed to catch their partner. A deep breath followed.

"Like, not cool." Kollmon muttered as she was set back down on the carpeted floor. Doesn't stop her from glaring the whole way down. Yet, Adarnamon slowly opens his mouth up. At first, nothing comes out. But then…

Seven Song!

An ear-piercing screech echoed about the arena, Adarnamon's tails feathers beginning to glow six colors - red, yellow, green, cyan, blue and violet. Or is that purple? The last one could be either. Not that it really matters. The attack is probably going to end ri-

The red on the tail feathers fades away to gray, heat coursing through the room. While nothing is on fire currently, it's only a matter of time really. No need to panic.

"Rantha!" Yvonne shouted, the artisan's gaze locking on her for the moment. Not entirely sure how she managed to shout over Adarnamon's screeching. Perhaps it's just a trick of the mind. Wouldn't surprise me at this point. "Could you try infusion with Adarnamon?"

Rantha shot Yvonne a confused glance, unsure of what exactly the knight had in mind for him at the moment. Could be just about anything at this point. Got to have an open mind when you're faced with these crazy situations. Especially those without a clear solution.

"Are you crazy? There's no way that would actually work with him now." the artisan countered, not even stopping himself from digging his digivice out for the moment. Device now in hand, his focus returned to her.

"We don't know that." Yvonne countered, setting Bubbles down behind herself for the moment. Flustered as the little dragon was currently, he's holding up surprisingly well. Better than some people who are twice his age. "If it doesn't for whatever reason, we can continue beating on him until he relents."

The words roll out, Rantha's gaze already focusing on his partner. Quite a gamble. But after getting this far, what's a little risk. It was risky enough to just agree to go along with our heroes. Even more so to trust all of them to not kill him in retaliation for all the damage and destruction caused to Aldia and it's citizens. In turn, he would take this risk in turn to repay the favor.

Turning to face his partner, Rantha walked forward. Right as the yellow portion of the Adarnamon's feathers faded to gray. Sand decided to join the heat, making vision quite a challenge for the moment. Considering the various infusion elements at play right now, it might be best to let it pass through. Or figure out a way to bring an end to this barrage of elements. Not that Adarnamon was showing any real signs of letting up.

The green was the next color to go, bringing with it the gust of winds from before. No sign of the poison… yet. That's probably the last part of this awful attack. While Rantha is making good time towards his partner, the winds are kicking his butt. At least a tiny bit. Especially as the cyan disappears. A paradox - everything both super hot and somehow… super cold. Okay, this is just getting silly. We get it. You want us all dead. But could you maybe pick up the pace?

"Adarnamon!" Rantha screeched, his cautious walk turning into a full-on run at the moment. Even against everything thrown at him, he still pushed forward through this storm. "End this."

Adarnamon rolled his eyes, the blue of his feathers fading away. Okay. This might be a good thing. He has to be nearing the end of his attack, right? Of course not. He began flooding the top floor. No kill like overkill, I guess.

"What are you going to do, Rantha?" Adarnamon countered, the artisan now mere steps away from him . Of course, this is also the moment that all the water decides to come on down. "Cut me to death? You make me laugh."

Rantha rolled his eyes and lowered his blade. Taking a deep breath, the artisan looked his partner in the eye and grabbed hold of Adarnamon's tail feathers. Pulling himself up onto the large bird's digimon back, the words came to him. A purple outline formed, free from goop and other strange substances. Quite soothing, especially as his partner is seconds away from realizing what's happening.

"Infuse!" Rantha announced and looked down at Adarnamon's head. To say they had fucked up this second chance would be nothing short of an understatement. Looking this rare third chance right in the eye, they would have to give their all in order to prevent a repeat of this chain of events and false memories. "Toxin!"

The screaming stops and the storm subsides. Beyond that, Adarnamon begins to shrink down. Did we do it? Is this our victory?

Returning infusion elements to their respective owners…

I guess that's a confirmation of this battle ending. Whoo. We did it!

"You idiot." Adarnamon muttered, his bird body giving way to that of a much smaller feathered scorpion - Carinamon. "I guess it was only a matter of time before you would finally break through. Sorry about this."

Carefully, Rantha picked his partner up and set him down on his shoulder. Confused, Carinamon crawled over to the other shoulder. Looks equally comfortable whichever position you choose. Just… decide on one and stick to it.

"This is our chance to fix this mess and change our lives." Rantha explained and let his attention turn to Kollmon of all people. Not needing another word spoken, the mole digimon shot off. All while everyone else watched patiently and observed the final floor marker appear.

[Tower at the edge of the F8]

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For the moment, Kollmon felt the butterflies bouncing about within. Sure, being up this high in the air would do that to most people. Which is

"I can do this." she thought and stepped onto solid ground. Then it's right back to running. The door to the building is thankfully open. A little plus in what has already been a crazy day for the mole digimon and everyone else at the moment. "Now where is that diary…"

Passing by the many frozen men and women waiting for their procedures in the reception area, she took a right and headed further into the building. There has to be some kind of staff area around here somewhere. Wait. Couldn't you just get her name off the locker or is there some kind of complication in regards to that?

"Her locker was the only one that wasn't marked." Kollmon answered and squeezed through the gap of a door. On the other side, we find ourselves in a room with lockers. Names of all kinds mark all of them - except one. Bingo. Just a matter of opening that one… Crud. This is going to be a mess, isn't it?

Kollmon shrugged, making her way over to the locker. Grabbing hold of the metal door, a tug followed. Getting flung back to the doorway, a copy of the locker door falls out and an open version of the locker appears. Which means we can get at the contents inside. Which hopefully includes the diary. Maybe even some burn cream. Get two birds with one stone.

"Maybe." Kollmon answered and walked over to the locker. This was it. Heart beating a million miles an hour, she reached on in. Grabbing hold one more time, the mole digimon found herself holding a plain notebook. Even a small picture of a car. "Wait. How do you know what a car is?"

I saw it when DM smashed one into that 'hot dog' place you guys had rations at. Maybe it was used as a teaching aid for someone but didn't get to use it.

Kollmon nodded and let her focus return to the diary. But not before tugging out a strange-looking jar. I'm just going to assume that's the burn cream. Make sure to bring that on back to Blaze once you're done here.

Yet, the mole digimon didn't answer. Taking one more deep breath, she opened her mouth up and the words rolled right out.

"Her name is Cassandra." she whispered, the weight lifting off her tiny body. For the first time in the last couple days, the mole digimon felt happier. Of course, more memories began to seep in as a result - days spent waiting patiently for her partner to get off work.

"Could you bring me a magazine at least one of these times?" she would shout and Clarissa would just chuckle. That was definitely where her strange way of speaking started. Okay, they did have magazines at home. But none of those really sparked an int- Fuck. that's another pun. Uh… don't mind me while you're in the middle of that flashback.

Of course, it wasn't always great. Sometimes, trouble did break out in the reception area. Usually, some mother or father who didn't like their grown ass children making decisions about their body without them being there. Even though they were no longer their guardian in a majority of those cases. Then there was the one time a Greymon thought they had kidnapped their owner and smashed through. Turns out that was what the local church had done. Conversion therapy they called it. Just the name alone sounds absolutely fucked up.

Shaking. Uh… I'm not entirely sure why saying the name of your former owner or remembering all that stuff triggered that, but it's probably a good idea to get back to everyone else for the moment. At least tell them the news and hand the burn cr-

She's already heading back, leaving right as you started your sentence.

Thanks for the heads-up DM. With that now out of the way, I rush to catch-up with our mole digimon. Not that bad to do. Especially as Kollmon reached the steps leading back down to the second-to-last floor of this tower.

"Did you find it?" Madame inquired, Kollmon taking the time to put the burn cream into Blaze's purse. Then it was time to hold up the diary for everyone to see. "Whoo. Feeling better now?"

No answer. Well, not yet at least.

"A tiny bit." Kollmon answered, finding herself getting treated to a hug of all gestures from Bubbles. You definitely deserve it after all that. "Though, how exactly are we going to get down?"

Silence. To be fair, none of us really put that much thought into how exactly we would do that. DM, got anything that could help in a situation like this?

Maybe. I can spawn a car and then fling it through the window. It probably won't be the nicest ride, but it should make things easy for you to get back to this Cassandra person and say you're last words. Then you can head home.

Their words echo about our heads. After everything that we've gone through, it's coming to an end for the moment. Sure, it's likely that a chance will come to talk with all of them again. Distant Harmony is far from done at the moment. Sooner or later we'll all be back her in the digital world.

"Wait. We can head back?" Blaze remarked as his gaze shifted to the glass. Peering right on through, the mountains are clearly gone. The one and only barrier holding us in has disappeared. We can actually leave this place. Does that mean we completed this Digital Dungeon in its entirety? Or at least the main part of it?

Correct. Surprised there wasn't some congratulatory message for completing such a trial. Oh well. Let me get you that vehicle.

Right before our very eyes, a large hunk of metal and glass appeared. This would've been good to know about a couple of days ago when we were heading towards this tower. Though, you were also pretty pissed about us showing up at the time and were intent on killing us.

Yeah. Not my finest moment. There should hopefully be enough room for all of you to make the ride back.

"Thanks?" Yvonne remarked and stepped up to this strange vehicle. Carefully ducking down, she slipped into the back. Munbimon jumped into her lap, while Blaze and Balamon tried their hardest to slip in. Thankfully, they didn't have much trouble actually getting in. Especially as both Madame and Ella, along with their partners joined the duo in the vehicle.

"Do you want me to apply the cream to your hands?" Madame remarked, Blaze giving the thief a nod. So they dug into his purse and pulled the jar out. Twisting off the lid, they take their time in applying the cream to our dancer's burns. Looks pretty soothing and probably going to help the healing process. Hopefully.

Once Madame is finished with that, Bubbles squeezes his way through. Holding Phusitmon up above his head, he took a seat in between his mommies. Then it was time for his partner to sit down in his lap.

"Would anyone mind if I sat up front?" Melody remarked and found herself getting treated to head shakes for the moment. Taking the time to grab hold of Lumosmon, that just leaves one last person to get their butt in here.

"Hey." Rantha muttered, jumping in what I assume to be the seat to actually control the vehicle. Not that he or Carinamon were really going to do at the moment, DM doing it for us. Maybe in the future we'll get a chance to do just that.

Okay… this ride is probably going to be really bumpy. At least the start of it. So please hold on.

With that, the vehicle shot off through the glass and headed for the ground below. While my knowledge on these vehicles is perhaps limited, I doubt that this is how you're supposed to maneuver such vehicles. Does make the journey a lot quicker. Perhaps… a bit too easy for my liking.

"I'll have to agree with you there." Yvonne remarked, gaze shifting to a side window. The scenery zooms right on. Kind of hard to make anything out from this view. You would either need to slow the vehicle down or come up with a different option. Possibly both, defeating the whole purpose of this thing. Well, I think it would at least. Would need to take more 'rides' to really see if this is the case.

Science. To be fair, it's probably going to be some time before you get to hear my voice. Guess it's best to savor this moment before it fades away and I have to go back to what remains of my home and job. Hopefully there will be something, anything for me when I get back there. Oh. Didn't mean to sour the mood like that.

Slowing down, we come upon the home of Kollmon's former owner. Billie and Tavern are long gone now. Probably heading on too new frontiers after getting stuck here for the last couple days. Hopefully, that numemon went with them. Good riddance to him.

"I'm going to make this quick." Kollmon announced and opened the door up. Heading out, it doesn't take the mole digimon very long to enter her former home. Quite a lot different now that you remember.

"Cassandra, I'm home!" Kollmon announced, her former partner unable to even look in that general direction. No, she just stands there. So the mole digimon makes her way over. Letting her arms wrap around the woman's frozen body, tears begin to roll right on down.

"T….h….a….n...k y…..o….u." Cassandra croaked out, trying her hardest to reach out to Kollmon. She's not very successful, but Kollmon gets the general idea. "G….o…"

A nod, her former taking a little bit of time to just wave. That was the least one could do at this moment. Even as she stepped out of this place and headed back to the car, things felt right now. Sure, something would definitely happen that would offset this feeling. But in this moment, she had fulfilled her mission.

"Did you say your goodbye?" Madame remarked and got a nod in return. Carefully, they grab hold of their partner's hand. Then it's a matter of just following everyone else back to the dimensional matrix. Doesn't take too long. Funny how fast things change in just a couple of days. Wonder how long it's been on Aldia? Eh. We're about to find out.

"Let's do this." Yvonne remarked, everyone getting their D-Venture or Digivice ready. One by one, they scan their device and get a chime. The door opens and pulls their heroes thro-

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Astral Academy, Dimensional Space

Mister Lore Mage stares about the general area of what I can only assume to be to be his home. General wardrobe for today, just a red shirt and tan jacket. Nothing special

"DM, is that you?" he calls out, an egg of all things sitting at his feet. Yeah it's me. Surprised that this actually works - a weird side effect of my maintenance procedures in the hopes of moving to a proper body. "Did you by chance also get an egg?"

Yes. I'm going to assume you need to rub it. Great and all, except for the fact that I don't have hands and can't really rub it. So I'm hoping that by rubbing your egg it will somehow open mine by sheer coincidence.

"I'll give it a shot." Mister Lore Mage answers and picked this strange gift up. Wonder who went out of their way to send us this of all things. Giving it a slight rub, light burst forth from the egg as cracks began to form. Then…

"Hi there, I'm Salamon and we're partners!" a voice announces as what appears to be a hairless dog digimon thing appe- Hey! Stop licking that! You'll get electrocuted!

"I'm guessing it worked then." Mister Lore Mage remarks as he picks his partner up. "It's nice to meet you."

Notes:

Whoo. That's the end of Rantha's arc. Been quite a ride getting here, but I'm glad to be there.

A short break, than onto other things.

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Next Time: Back in Aldia. Been a while.