Daisuke and the group were back in the digiworld. They were surprised when Ken still didn't attack them, and they had more confidence than the day before. Daisuke had finally got himself out of his little mental maze, and was actually helping.
"Go Flamedramon! Those spires are nothing compared to you!"
Flamedramon put a paw up to his forehead to cover his face. He was glad Daisuke was aware today, but he thought that it was a little over the top to yell pep talks every five minutes. Nefertimon and Pegasusmon were off in another area working; Digmon and Halsemon were helping him here. It was the 12th area they had been to.
He took a short break and Digmon followed.
"I am beat."
"Even my drills are numb."
"My flames are exhausted."
"The rocks are tired."
"I don't think I can take anymore of this. A part of me actually wishes the Kaiser would just attack already."
"I wouldn't say that if I were you."
"Why?"
"You'll jinx it."
"I don't think so."
"Whatever." Digmon sat down with his back to a tree. "I'm in the mood for a nap."
"So am I. But de-digivolving would work a lot better." Flamedramon glowed, and a light speed across the forest for Daisuke's D-Terminal. "I can always digivolve later."
"I'd rather stay like this. I feel so. . ." Digmon waved one if his drills vaguely in the air. "Powerful or something."
"Hmm." Veemon found another tree and sat down like Digmon. "I think I might want to do that nap thing too."
"Good idea." Digmon closed his eyes and sagged into the tree. Veemon fell asleep soon later.
Wormmon was in the control room again, and it seemed he was now running the show. He recalibrated the monitors to focus to more important things than Daisuke, and was monitoring the progress of the digidestined. They were seriously threatening the integrity of the empire's borders. He scuttled to Ken's chamber to see what he had to do.
"Ken?"
Ken pushed off of his bed and held up the top half of his body with his elbows. "What is it now?"
Since the previous day, Ken no longer corrected Wormmon to call him master. Wormmon had no idea if it was a good thing or a bad thing. "The children are making more and more progress. We've completely lost sector A, and sector B is in jeopardy."
"I don't care." He flopped back onto the bed.
"You are going to let them win?"
"I don't know Wormmon."
Wormmon backed out of the room and into the control center. He started to turn off all the monitors, until only two were left on. One was the map, that was starting to fill with more and more white squares. The other was of Veemon, tracking his every move.
Wormmon smiled, for the first time in a long time.
Hmmm, how can I explain the last sentence? Too much chocolate. And caffeine. Mountain Dew can do weird things to your psyche.